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*Sits on the bar stool next to septim, Seloc is also waiting for a drink.*

"Can I get a drink sometime this month would be nice."

*at least now he's waiting for a drink.....*

*Malakar walks into the bar and conjures the undead to slaughter all who oppose him, this undead soldier is non other then Bruce Lee

* while Tiber wasn't looking Malakar brings Bruce Lee back to life behind Tiber

*Malakar bring Lee to life once again but with his magic he make two Lee's (like a starfish)
does anyone else find it odd that I got attacked by a drunk guy without saying anything

*Malakar runs to the phone "hello Chuck Hey this wiseguy down at ye olde tavern killed your old friend Lee I think you should get down here."

he..he..he...

* suddenly a booming voice comes from the sky as Chuck Norris descends on the cowering Tiber. "WHO DARES TO ATTACK MY BUDDIES"

*He then roundhouse kick Tiber into the beer pool fills it to the brim on his unconscious body and locks the lid tight. then stick 62 cars on top of it.

"GOOD BYE MALAKAR I'LL SEE YOU AT MY PARTY THIS SATURDAY"

"k, bye Chuck"

* Malakar sits down and orders a beer.

*As Tiber is crushed in the beer pool he wonders what "cars" are, he then decided not to ask as he drinks all of the beer in the pool, he then picks up all of the contraptions at once and throws them out, he climbs out and says

"What type of beer do you want Malakar? I'm bartender until Scientist gets back."

(Tiber is too drunk to remember what happened earlier)

*looks at all the strange acting persons in the tavern*

"oh my, Scientist is sooo goin to slap them...hard...if he sees the mess the lot of you are making..."

*looks at his empty glass*

"ah well...pour me a nice cold one will ya?!"

*watches with amazement at the even stranger stuff happening*

"I must be drinking waaaay too many beers...the bar just cleaned itself?! and what about that Defensive-person?! Isn't he like still dead?! even though he's now out there in the dumpster?!"

*sips his beer*

*After picking up the pinecones and the poop (With gloves) Tiber washes his hands in is footlocker porta-sink, he then jumps back behind the bar and awaits another order.

*defensive wakes up and shoves his entrails nack in goes  to the bar and orders a drink when the drink arives he will start planning his revenge... but the drink never gets there

"Well, that was unexpected and sudden."

*Takes a drink*

"Yet pleasant."

"ME! I love potassium in the morning the fire tastes glorious!"

*Hold out his beer glass to goldmeister*

*Throws a handful of Potassium dust on Tiber then pull out a water pistol*

'Get back in the room, or i will squirt'

*Walks out from the back room with an angry expression on his face*

"You know it is a bad idea to cross an angry barkeep"

*Picks up the bat that Senturu gave him before he left and continues to walk towards Tiber*

"Especially one who isn't feeling 100%"

*Smacks Tiber round the head with the bat and sends him flying out a window. Walks back behind the bar, pours another 20 drinks out and leaves them on a tray next to the other ones.*

"Now those of you who would like a drink, they're here for the taking, just put the money in this magically sealed jar and then you will be able to pick one up. I wouldn't just try taking one, each glass has its own security measure to counter that........Enjoy, I will be back again in a few hours. I look forward to the day when I feel better and can spend more time being your barkeep but until that day I will have to do with keep coming in and out of the back room."

*Walks back out into the back room.*

*Tiber walks in, takes an asprin for his massive headache caused by Scientist's bat, and wonders who's room defensive put the beer in, because Tiber doesn't have a room here. He dismisses the though and puts some gold in the jar, he then takes an ale and starts drinking

*Looks at Tiber*

"True, it's strange. I myself do not appriciate this - is this a taverne or a black-magic haven? And the barkeep always hides,...that is tuely disturbing and strange."

*Takes a drink from his whisky*

"Yeah, we should make a mutiny!"

*Tiber slaps Defensive back

"And Senturu never appointed him bartender, he just gave his recomendation, and although I do really respect Senturu, I don't think he made the right choice"

These were his parting words:

Lord Senturu Report 6/19/2007 7:44:37 PM

too busy to read. wont be on long. i leave it to you guys for barkeep. my net was shut off. :( also. my recomendation is scientist to take over. at least gor now :D

"It was only a recomendation, he left it to us to decide, and decide we shall!"

*Walks out from the back room.*

"Ah a good ol' mutany, I do love the smell of one of those in the mornin'"

*Walks over to a corner of the room and sits down at his old table*

"If you want me to resign as barkeep then that I shall do, I was only filling in while people wanted me to. It seems that I'm no longer wanted and so will remove myself from the position and return to my table. Shezmu, fancy a game of cards and a drink, I've got time on my hands now. Oh and Tiber, if you do take over, I was actually working on a new drink in the back room, had to do something while I wasn't feeling too good, but now you will need to make your own up. Although I have my drink over here if anyone would like to try one........"

*Slides his briefcases out from under their hiding spot and opens one. Puts another wallet in his back pocket and closes the case. Pulls out five drinks glasses and puts them on the table. As the liquids flow into the glasses green smoke begins to bellow out of the top of them, as the next liquid is added the smoke turns purple in colour and as the last liquid is added the smoke goes a dark shade of red.*

"Who wants one? I call it a Midnight Mixer."

"Septim!"

*Seloc starts chanting, stopping only long enough to take a Midnight Mixer from scientist and try it he also hand scientist a get well card that maybe a little late he's not sure............*

"I am leaving tommorow to my dad's house again, and I come back sunday night, so how about the voting ends on sunday night, that way I can tally up the scores, until then Scientist is still Barkeep."

*Tiber walks over to Scientist's table, slaps him, and says...

"Get up, the mutiny isn't over yet!"

*grins michieviously at Scientist*
"this time it wasn't me who is undermining your authority...though I'd like to try one of your Midnight Mixers, even if it'll probably kill me or turn me into something weird..."

*looks over at Tiber*
"Oh and I deem you unworthy of the title <Bartender> hence I'm sticking with my good old friend Scientist overhere...even though he's constantly trying to destroy the realm of Carrothia"

'Yay! All hail Senturu! Now we can finally spend that bonding time we never got around to :P'

*Hugs Senturu, then drags Tiber's body into the middle of the street and throws a glass of water on him*

'Victory to science!'




'This is a picture of a sodium explosion... (Less reactive then potassium!!!!)'

 "Yay Senturu, but as ragnarr says you shouldn't of stabbed septim he was just trying to make the tavern a better place....."

*Gets up and slaps defensive back.*

"I have finished my recipe!"

*Tiber takes a drink

"It tasted......good!"

*Tiber fills up his shot glass and takes another drink

"I shall call it the Septim Shot!"

*Tiber continues filling his glass and drinking his shots

"Wow, thisth ith a gratt drik...hic...truly a wondurfil drik...hic"

*Tiber pours some drinks and leaves them at the table

"Hep yurself"

*Tiber passes out and falls on the ground.

*Tiber wakes up and runs outside, everybody hears a strange euuughhhhh. Tiber walks back in and grabs an asprin from his Footlocker.

"That is a very strong drink."

*Tiber puts a gold coin in the jar and grabs an ale. He takes a drink

"Never did like shots, they're there and then they are gone. Stuiped little glasses..."