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*Gary gets bored and grabs a stack of cards*

"Hooray, a proper barkeep! Finally!"

*Orders a [[Drunks Demise]], it looked fun when Verthias drank one*

*Verthias crawled up to the bar, gasping with pain. He saw Demonsul about to order a [Drunk's Demise], and lurches for him*

 Even transdimensional entities from the Void can't handle that kind of alchol, man! Don't risk it! Your kidneys love you!

*signs form*

"Quiet, Verthias! I'm sure its not that bad! I can handle other stuff in one gulp!"

*glug*

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUURERRRRRRRRGFFFFFFFFF*beep*beep*beep*AUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH"

*thud*

"..."

"Doesn't work makes me sounds lazy........"

*Seloc trys to be energetic! he fails miserably.*

*gets a elixir (not explired) blessed by ZeTa (you can get it at the store for a price of 4.99 + tax) and gives it to Demonsul, who immediantly is well again (side-effects may include holiness, bladder problem and a less tendency to ruin threads)*

*Spud runs through the Taverne shaking a long spear wildly*

"AAALALALALALALAAAA!!!!!"

Zryike walks in and trips Wraith

( OOC: no offense wraith : )

Zryike brings out the plasma rifle he got from the storm born thread and shoots wraith, then says give me wraiths drink : )

Dammit, Plato, is that my [Bottle of Cider] that you just stole? *pulls out his [+4 Bottle of Smashing], and smashes it against the bar. It smashes in a most satisfying way, and makes an excellent [+4 Broken Bottle of Bottling], which he lunges at Plato with*

*twitches gently on the floor, and accidentally flicks the switch on the antimatter bomb strapped to his torso. If it goes off, it will turn the tavern, everyone in it, and the area for a thousand meters around into a large crater, smelling strangely of mint*

*takes away the reversing powers for good and just disarms the bomb*

"Yeh thats what I though"

*Seloc is sooo super powerful his sub barkeeper aura protects the bar and those inside it, from any type of atack.*

Zryike is back...
*some scattered applause*

"In 2 minutes..."

*some scattered tomato throwing*

CHECK IT OUT!!!!!

NEW LIBRARY WITH SEPTIM'S CLONING VATS!!!!!

Only Septim and I can get to them...

FREE VU BEER TO THE FIRST ONE TO ASK FOR A STORY!!!!!!!!!!

*hands Septim a book of ways to serve emus*

For SEE.

*With a loud grinding of gears, a cohort of Broniminan (see cannonfodder thread) war machines come over the horizon. Firing blast after blast from their technologically advanced explosive-shooting ballista-like tube-on-a-turret (aka tank turret), and crushing the farmland with their chainmail-belt-covered wheels (aka metal tank treads), the behemoths (aka tanks) bombarded their way across the landscape. After them came the Broniminan infantry, capturing prisoners wherever they went. At least 10 patrons were taken from the bar, including Demonsul.*

GRR I'm so mad...

*light bulb*

I know!  I'll run a pastry shop to vent my ANGER TOWARD MY PICTURES NO...

*slaps himself*

Bye!

I'm still running a pastry shop, though. :-)

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"i hope thats gary talking..."

*prepares himself by picking up a book on DIY root beer rehab*

The doors blow open, and Septim marches in. Gary tries to kill Septim, but Septim uses the powers of the God of SP@M to disinigrate him.

"I'm baaack..."

"I don't care"

*Septim disinigrates Gary again.

"Now...who wants a drink?"

*Septim gives Plato a bottle of cider.

"No sp@m cannon, sorry, gotta join the SP@M army..."