[celestina sees snakes and alligators crawling on the floor and jumps up on the bar counter faster than you can say: “Snakes! Run for your life!”]
What are all these reptiles doing in here? [shudder] Someone call animal control please.
lieu, um, hon, don’t you mean “Fat Tire?” If that’s some of that good beer I can’t never find nowheres, may I have a bottle of it since the bartender seems disinclined to serve anyone here some decent alcohol? Now, y’all watch what you’re doin’ with them darts. Aim them at the pictures, folks, not the patrons, the pictures.
wring, what’s this about some baked brie? They can’t serve me some single malt Scotch, but they got baked brie up in here? :mad: What kind of establishment is this anyway?
Hey, fellows. There’s no need for this sort of violence. I’m sure if we sit down and discuss things intelligently, we can iron out all our differences without anyone getting hurt. Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Tell ya what, I’ve got a Boggle set out in the car. Why don’t I run out and get it, and we can all have a rousing, non-violent good time.
Uh… I can’t go get my Boggle set with you guys blocking the door… Hey! No need to grab me so hard! That kinda hurt… Um, what’s with the pliers, guys? What are you doing? Hey, those are my toes… Hey… HEY!
Oh great! I’m off at work all day and you clowns are still here trashing the place.
Elucidator! Stop molesting that cat!
Airman! You clean up that vomit right now. I know it’s yours ya lightweight.
Et tu Wring! I thought you were above these shenanigans!
I thought this was a moderated message board.
Oh great I see Gary Kumquat’s here. Just what we need, a soccer hooligan. 'prolly kick all our asses.
No gay guys though. I was hoping gobear would show up and teach you guys the meaning of tough. Oh well.
::Breaks beer bottle on Bippy’s head.:::
What kind of name is Bippy? What the hell you doing in a tough place like this?
Jaade? Is that your bra in the ceiling fan or Wring’s?
Um, bad idea, Ale. I think I saw Sheba heading in there. Come to think of it, if she drinks out of that john, I’ll never explain it to the boss!
Just what I need, drunk 'gator.
(zoogirl hurries off in search of the loose lizard, pausing for a moment to grab a rattler and whip it in the direction of the fan. It snags the bra on it’s fangs and zoogirl hands the underwear to Jaade.)
Hey, I heard this place had Bud and St. Pauli Girl on tap!
So since I can’t stomach pisswater with corn syrup and salt, or the skunky swill the Germans wouldn’t drink themselves, I brought this here case of Lagunitas IPA. I’ll just set it here next to the pretzels…
I’ll have some of your liquor though, if you’ve got any decent bourbon. Since you’re a wealthy capitalist pig and all, I expect top shelf though. Knob Creek at worst.
Oh, mind if I log onto your computer? I just need to check my e-mail…Say is that a naked picture of Hilary Clinton on your wallpaper? Oh my!
::grabs nearest offensive weapon, in this case a bowl of pretzels, and starts pelting Scylla with the lightly salted snacks::
Last time you ever accuse a rugby fan of being a soccer hooligan, god damn it. And your snacks are crap - don’t you get cheese and onion in this godless country?
Man, I got here as fast as I could. Hey, where is everybody? Aw, jeez-- Look at this, another buncha sorry lightweights.
YOU-- Wake up! Get off that pool table and bring me a Shiner Bock!
And my god, how long has that girl been pinned to the dart board? Show some freakin’ respect! What if I wanna play?
Nice party :rolleyes:.
What is this bar made out of, anyways, masonite? Look, I can kick a hole right through that shit. See? And there’s another one!
Guess I’ll just help my self, then. Hey, 17-year-old single-malt? I heard that stuff is good, with a chaser. Ah, here we go, “Billy Beer”? Whatever.
Whaddya mean I wasn’t invited? I got my invitation right here! Wanna see?
