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"They can sleep?"

"Well if you do want to die then here's it"
*Puts his loaded flintlock to Skivvies head and pulls the trigger, the bullet rushes through the liquid filled shock absorber fluids after shattering the cranium and passes through his head with a loud roar killing him instantly*
"Happy?"

"Gives us a sense of being alive, and helps provoke a response from some others who usually tend to stay silent in the shadows making the place a boring one."

*wakes up from the flintlock to the head and puts on of charleys kitten through a meatgrinder for fun and then looks to himanil*

"so thats what i get for giving you soap?!?!?!""

*gives himanil  cancer with the kitteh meat*

*Thanks Windscar now for having had given him that soap which though had temporarily disfigured m had also ensured that he remained disease free fir the rest of his life*
*Further wonders what made Windscar think that Himanil had shot him*

*Pokes Septim's thought bubble with a stick*

O_o

*Pokes Skivvies' thought bubbles with the same stick*

O_o

*shoots skivvies

*Penor bounces his head to intense techno/screamo

*asks himanil*
"does that jog your memory?"

*wonders which head Penor is talking about and put a magical fied around his thought bubble*

*Penor gets his 100th post since the beginning of the era

*fills any orders and begins playing drunken darts*

Looks at Windscar screwing his eyes trying to remember, "Ah...yes the banjo,(comes out sharply in a flat manner out of his reverie) well no I don't remember anything at all."

"Where's everyone sticking around these days, they seem to be thinking all the time."

*Wonders horrifically if they'd joined college."

*Watches Windscar who has two darts in his crotch, one in each eyeball, and another one stuck to his bum.*

"Ouch..."

*Pulls a dart out of his thigh before standing behind a protective shield just because he can't be bothered dealing with the commoners*

*Laplarvis suddenly pulls out two flaming sporkswords, and slices Windscar into small bite-size pieces for defiling a spork.*

"Die, heretic!"

"Where are the days when they'd settle disputes with good old fashioned sword duels?"

"I think the overgodmodding of things has led to the decline of traditional methods.  Maybe if people toned it done a little, or maybe added a little comedy, things would smooth out.  But then again, what do I know? I am only Charley."

*Yawns and sits in his protective bubble of superiority...not egotistical at all* XD

*Takes his stick back and pokes Septim with it before resummoning his bubble* >.>

"Damnit Septim! I want to not be godmodded!"

*Takes the poker and randomly throws it across the tavern*

*Throws it away with his moderator powers and it sticks in some random patron*

"Oh damnit...now look what I did...ew..."

*Takes Septim's barkeep powers that he had pulled out and draws a mustache on them before escaping to the bathroom of the tavern*

*the bathroom miniguns mow Deallus down, and Cidellus erases the facial hair from his barkeep powers*

*Cidellus reclaims the bathroom as part of the tavern due to Scientist's quitting, making it a fully functional bathroom again rather than a bathroom fortress.*

*Penor lights the box on fire

*Laplarvis's ashes combine and becomes a giant apple with a spork stuck in it.*