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"Sorry, James, but with all the heroin, I've become used to the cold," Esponer replied. "And about the attempt to kill me: you will regret it. As for everything else, I'm sorry, but since James wants me dead, I assume that you all won't be wanting drinks."
With a bow, Esponer detonates all the drinks machines in the bar, and even the machine that serves chocolate bars. "I won't be serving anything, sorry. Unless someone kills James, that is, in which case I could go back into business."
Whistling happily, Esponer straps his anti-matter mine around his waist, and pops numerous sticks of dynamite into his pockets. "Anybody shoot, and I die - followed by the dynamite blowing, followed by the mine detonating. I hope you enjoyed your stay here on this station, folks, but if you shoot me, it's al gone: you, the station, and probably the larger half of the planet too."
------------------ -Lyat Esponer Corsair
(This message has been edited by SilverDragon (edited 06-21-2002).)
"Sorry, Lyat." Grunadulater walks up and gives Esponer a hug, "I feel your pain."
------------------ "I'm gonna drop you like Third Period French!" -Ocean's 11
"Don't touch me!" Esponer screamed. "So dirty...so very dirty...must get clean..."
Grunadulater walks into a corner and cries.
Borb gos to his ship and comes back with shield generating body armor and a MK5 impact rifle. James it is nothing personal Im just vary thirsty. He looks around and then breaks down. Who is James. He sobs. Who is Jamessssss. The bar man thing and the thirst has realy gotten to him.
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"James is the one who's crying in the corner," Esponer replied, not looking up from packing his pack.
"Ooooooo grunadulater." Feeling beter now Borb shoots grunadulater/James. As grunadulater/James head splatters on the wall he asks for a drink.
"now that thats taken care of.....where is my gallon of V8?!?!?!"
------------------ Insanity has its advantages
Esponer stops packing his bag, pulls out the centrifuge, pours one serving of nitrogyclerine in the tubes, and turns it on. While he's waiting for it, he goes into the back room, and brings out a few barrels amounting to a gallon, and puts them down on the counter, his face not visible behind them. "That'll be 43 credits, Admiral."
Esponer then pours Borb II "A" drink, and charges him 3 credits for it. With the nitrogyclerine fully shaken, he pours it into a glass and serves it to Ne Demord Jamais. "6 credits, please."
"Jeesh, I'm gone for 3 days, and all you can do is manage to get one more page? When I was new here, if someone had left for 3 days, there'd have been a whole new bar."
Rima drinks the rest of the Saalian brandy and glares around the bar. "May I please have another Saalian brandy?"
------------------ Who needs a signature?
(This message has been edited by Rima (edited 06-22-2002).)
"Not until you apologise."
Grunadulaters arm twitches.
Aaaaaaa water He then see's Grunadulaters arm twitch and puts his shield on agan.
(This message has been edited by Borb II (edited 06-23-2002).)
Grunadulater wonders what a shild is.
"A shild is something like a child, except..." he begins, breaking off with a wince. "Maybe you shouldn't really know. Rest assured Borb II putting a shild on makes him something of a dickhead."
:mad: :mad: :mad:A shield a shield!!!My shield generating body armor!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: AAAAAaaaaaaaa typos :redface: ------------------
where is everyone???
"You killed them."Says a disembodied voice.
"We escaped to a different bar where child molesters are shot on sight," Esponer explained.
(sorry, i was gone a few days. an old friend droped by and had to stay here. the ****er wouldnt let me on the computer and im too weak to beat his ass. :frown:)
UEA drags grundy out to his ship and makes use of the regenerater again. grundy is alive and kicking again...