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"-and I shot him with a flaming arrow to light the decaying compounds in his body"

*Slasher sits up.

"*mongoose noises*"

Translation: "No crap...he's lucky to still be a solid..."

*Randomly enters*

"I thought fire was the worst way to die?"

"Son of a....Sal you should know that fire is actually...well I guess it would be incredibly painful...but fix the door!"

"He didn't fix the door yet.  Pay attention."

*Hits Shoon's ball of fire back at his face using his sword Undar.*

*Hirgon walks in, notices the broken door, dead clone, and crisp Shoon*

"Hm, this place gets madder and madder every day."

*places a black glastic box on the counter

"By the way, does anyone know what this is?"

*Travis walks back into the tavern when suddenly a giant demon coems up from the floor of the tavern and lights fire in front of Travis.*

"Just to keep the score running, Fire: III Ice: I."

*The demon jumps back to hell."

"...Dammit, why did cavemen invent fire?"

"You took your time, I got it months ago..."

*Demonsul taps the glastic box, making it start beeping

*looks at the box

"It's an Alarm Clock..."

*Septim runs in and grabs Michael and tosses him into a booth before hopping behind the bar.

"Back!"

*Sits up finally*

"Sure got quiet in here...Septim get me the usual!"

*the 'alarm clock' explodes, decimating a large chunk of the bar

"*cough cough* I guess I should have stopped it beeping..."

*repairs the bar in an instant, but there is no plausible explanation how he did it

"Don't hit me!"

*Septim catches the whiskey glass with catlike reflexes and slaps Deallus.

*takes the remains of the Alarm Clock

"Fine, next time the Broniminan scientists come up with a new invention, we won't share it with the world..."

*stows the Alarm Clock Remains somewhere within his cloak, and sits down at the shiny new bar

"Septim Shot, please!"

In the dark everybody hears a giant horse run over the streets, then the door opens and all see the person riding it, but it is imaginary because it is the shadow of a little halfer on a pony, Haribs the Small One just arrived

then his pony takes a huge crap on the floor.

"Hey! No animals inside the tavern! You will how to put it out back next to the dragons and odd winged bird with no feathers."

*Looks over at Demonsul*

"I bet they will blow up more of the tavern..."

*Michael removes Septim's hand after being slapped and slaps Septim back with his own hand.  He then reattaches the hand.*

"Bet that was different..." :D

*Walks back in the door of the tavern.  Picks up the cannon and breaks it over Shoon's head.  Throws Shoon out the hole in the roof and then repairs it quickly.*

"It was made of plastic which is not around until the 1800s!"

*Enters the tavern

"Wazzup ya rascals? How's it hanging?"

"Shhh stop talking about him everyone."

*The tavern goes silent for a moment*

*catches the fist

"Don't try that..."

*summons Black fire in the hand holding Delran's fist, setting the fist on fire

*goes back to the bar

"Where is my Septim Shot?"

*breaks out of statue, defying logic yet again

"I agree with him on this one..."

*brushes dust off of sleeve

[[The statue was small, I wasn't. Once again, defying logic. read my post.]]