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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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What the F. | ||||
"Well, I'm the longest running one so far. Senturu and Salamon came before me though, Scientist was a substitute for Senturu." | ||||
"It is kind of sad that I am like Scientist the Second" :p | ||||
"Willing to say that in a court of law Mr. Demonsul," asks a newly appeared litigant. | ||||
"...heres the debate...next comes the godmodding" | ||||
"Im confused about what Himanil is rambling..." | ||||
"Many are Charley, many are............" | ||||
"...um....could you repeat that? you confused me º_º" | ||||
*continues cleaning a glass* | ||||
*Hitman walks in* | ||||
"WRONG!...only stirlin or random can make it sexy" | ||||
*Hitman pokes Randon in the eye, grabs him in a headlock, whips out a permanent marker and writes NOT SEXY across his forehead" | ||||
"Lol, when was the last time Random was here." | ||||
he dont come no more? It been about 10 era's since i stepped in here. | ||||
*Cleans his face with a Rabble Scribbleface Remover* | ||||
Barman...I'll have a peanut butter whiskey! | ||||
*Pours Brett a peanut butter whiskey and slides it to him* | ||||
*pulls the box out of the post, pulls himanil out, unwraps him and sets him gently on the ground after cleaning his face with Rabble Scribbleface Remover* *pulls out a 44. Magnum and puts a large hole in hitman's face* *windscar then folds him up and puts him in the box. he then steals the marker from the back pocket of bretts pants, draws a hitler stash on him, and write on his forehead, "dumb for attacking himanil while windscar was around."* *seals the box with packing tape, wraps a chain around it, adds a lock, pulls out a welding gun and welds the lock on. writes the address to siberia, and then finishes it off with a note that says "DO NOT OPEN TIL XMAS"* *puts the box in the post and then hands the marker to septim* "would you put this in the spam-cinerator?" | ||||
*Gets up rubbing his neck* | ||||
*Septim eats the marker, and burps a bit of spam-scented smoke* "There you are..." | ||||
"that was cool" *a mail man comes up to windscar and hands him a clipboard. windscar signs it and the mailmain puts the box in his truck and drives off* "that guy looked strangely familiar....oh well....because of my new name, i shall now be using various weapons from halo in taverne outbreaks....just a heads up" | ||||
*walks in slowly* | ||||
"o....k?" *presses a button and a welcome back cake falls out of the cieling and on to pesterds head* "oops...i've been meaning to get that trap door moved" | ||||
*stands up looking all dizzy* | ||||
"You use any of your evil weapons Windscar, and I will be forced to 'ask' you to leave." :) | ||||
*gets out of the dizzy stage* | ||||
*Freezes for posterity the image of Pesterd kissing Charley and summons an unbeatable army around him while rushing to the office of Ancient Mail* | ||||
*looks at the weird guy holding a wrinkly old peice of parchment from like the 1200's* | ||||
*Impales Himanil upon a pike and pays off his entire army to join him instead.* | ||||
*runs in the taverne realy fast* *punches charley and runs out the taverne laughing knowing he has jus started a bar fight* | ||||
*Erects some defences for future anti-Some Fcked Due Intrusions* | ||||
*comes back to the taverne* | ||||
*Smiles back as a titanium-carbon alloy trap crashes down on Some Fcked Dude from both the sides reducing him to pulp* | ||||
*gets up and laughes at himanil* | ||||
*Adds a tonic to his foot so that the chopped of part regrows* | ||||
*Rolls his eyes* | ||||
*purchases a bottle of whiskey from himself, sticks a rag in it, lights the rag, and throws it at Himanil.* "That's for trying to bring an army in here...can't you see the sign?" *points to a nearly invisible sign that says "Do not bring armies into the tavern unless the army is willing to purchase large quantities of alcohol* | ||||
*Points to a smaller sign that looks like it was made with a piece of tree bark and blood.* "No Himanil's Allowed" | ||||
"Sure I'll report a Himanil the moment I see one Charley. Though the name does strike a chord somewhere in my mind." "And I shall admit now perhaps as to how you might've felt with me overpowering the stuff and and all and henceforth I'll try to control it. But the slandering about the grammar and punctuations. *Rolls Eyes* | ||||
"what did i do?...nothing i can think of...other than not moving the welcome back cake door...i always forget people like to stand ON the X." *looks at the squished man on the floor and noticed that hianil has a big toe that is smaller than all the rest of his toes.* "i dont think you used enought tonic...erm...you should...uh...have that looked at?" *runs to the nearest patron, pulls open their shirt, and vomits inside. he then looks up only to notice that it was a beautiful woman and smiles complimentingly.* | ||||
"Keep in mind that no real women have been in this tavern for ages...so...that wasn't a real beautiful woman...as for the weapons...no future weapons are allowed. Period." | ||||
* Ping walks in and kills everybody, chopping them into parts and selling them on ebay to taiwanese resturants. | ||||
*thankfull he didnt get killed because he was hideing from the man women* | ||||
*Waits to observe the reaction of the 2 Tier 1 Gods even as he wonders why Daug has dallen to one of the 7 most popular misonceptions in the Tavern* | ||||
*poofs into the tavern* "man i lose so many clones in this place" | ||||
*turns round sees windscar who he seen die* | ||||
*gets up and looks at Daug with uncontrollable rage in his eyes, he then rips out Daug's jugular vein with his pinky finger, shoves it down Daug's throat, and drags him to the center of the tavern where a massive hole waits. With a single stroke, Cidellus cuts off the hand that Daug used to grab the alcohol. He then prepares his trusty kicking leg* "Theft of alcohol? THIS IS THE TAVERN!!!" *kicks Daug into the random hole and presses a button, causing wooden panels reinforced with concrete to cover the hole* "Now...for the other one..." *chops off the arm that Some Fked Dude used to grab the stolen alcohol and kicks him into Slasher's hole, causing Slasher the Mongoose to shred him to pieces.* | ||||
*shouts just before falling into the hole* | ||||
"Good show..." *Applauds Septim* | ||||
*pulling his trusty "wood reinforced with concrete" drill off his utility belt, he destroys the silly contraption, curses in his best Clint Eastwood mumble and proceeds to kill everyone again. | ||||
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