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Rets-<CLASSIFIED>-mah tries to s-<CLASSIFIED>-ell some calama-<CLASSIFIED>-ri, is turned down, and retu-<CLASSIFIED>-rns to the third uni-<CLASSIFIED>-verse bar at the No-<CLASSIFIED>-va Webb-<CLASSIFIED>-oard thr-<CLASSIFIED>-ough a super secret-<CLASSIFIED>-.
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Originally posted by Retsmah: **Rets- <CLASSIFIED>-mah tries to s-<CLASSIFIED>-ell some calama-<CLASSIFIED>-ri, is turned down, and retu-<CLASSIFIED>-rns to the third uni-<CLASSIFIED>-verse bar at the No-<CLASSIFIED>-va Webb-<CLASSIFIED>-oard thr-<CLASSIFIED>-ough a super secret-<CLASSIFIED>-. **
I think your code is screwed, Hamster.
------------------ Beware the substance '(url="http://"http://www.EVula.com/")e(/url)' (url="http://"http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/cgi-bin/vftp/show.pl?product=evn&category;=utilities&display;=date&file;=ID.formulas.sit")EVN ID formulas(/url)
<classified> aka 1605 walks the <classified> . INDIA lima;india;kilo;echo ALPHA sierra;oscar;mike;echo sierra;uniform;bravo;sierra;tango;alpha;november;charlie;echo X-RAY. He and sits down ..../../-../../-./--. ..../../... ---/.-../-.. ....-/..... the weapon of the <classified> <Censored>
(This message has been edited by Borb II (edited 07-23-2002).)
The barman produces a sponge and wipes the top of the bar. He places the sponge in a sample bag, and writes the date and time on the label. Hmm...
His work done, the barman goes back to filing off his fingerprints, occasionally sipping from a long, tall glass of ice-cold <classified>.
Contemplates the use of a <classified> to shoot somebody in the foot. Surely the toxins would <classified> the <classified> of your <classified> within seconds, wouldn't they? Eww, nasty...
------------------ (url="http://"http://www.geocities.com/evodude2001/home.html")Old & Unimproved: Cerberus Station!(/url)
Gyro walks up to the gaurd, brandishes a <classified> handheld cannon with <classified> micro-warheads, and the MJ-12 gaurd moves out of the way. He steps up to the bar and orders a <classified> wine.
------------------ Always say no to Concrete Donkeys.
Esponer strolls into the bar, carrying a large, flatscreen monitor - apparently cordless - in his hands. Resting it against a table that stood near one wall, he pressed a button on the monitor and the words "THE ANSWERS" flashed on the screen. The answer to everything in the universe flooded through the monitor in a single bare moment, threatening to destroy God by proving Him wrong.
"Ambassador - listen very carefully, for I shall say this only once."
His eyes took on a pleading look, and he whispered quietly; "Webstory?" hopefully.
------------------ -Lyat Esponer Corsair
Opalius runs into the bar. He rushes to toilet.....(censored) Shaking, he zips up. When finished he reaches for the doorhandle....it's locked! He finds a (censored) magasine lying on the floor, starts reading it, after a while he sights, leans back, and waits for someone to come and open. After an hour he gets bored, having read the magasine for the 15th time, there's not much else to do. He picks his nose with the special (censored). Seeing there's no wash, he puts down the (censored) in the toilet, and flushes. He inspects it, it seems pretty clean. He lights a joint with some (censored) in, head nodding, he starts sleeping. Three hours later Opalius wakes up. "Damn, what a bunch of weak drinkers...Come out and pee dammit!"
Sweating profuesely from fear of the Ambassador's reply, Esponer quickly bowed an apology and made his way to the toilets to wash his hands and, hopefully, cool down. Hearing a toilet flush, and suddenly realising that Opalius had been gone for a while, he called out. "Opalius, is that you? What are you doing in there? Hmm. I managed that in Spain, actually, but just before I kicked the bloody door down, I managed to force it open, with marginally less damage caused. And my grandfather picked a lock into the camp. Hmm. Fun. Oh, sorry? What was that?"
Opalius rolls his eyes, and counts the pages in his (censored) magasine, waiting for Silverdragon to finish his rant, and open the door for Ope
"Ahem. Look. Opalius. If you're really inthere, could you please tell me that you're dressed properly and not looking at anything you shouldn't be - <censored> magazines or your <censored>, or both - and then I'll open the door. Slowly. Looking the other way."
Opalius flushes the (censored) magasine in the toilet. Pretending that nothing has happened, he calls out to SD "Hey man, I unfortunately got myself locked in the toilet, could you please open?"
"ARE YOU DRESSED PROPERLY?" Esponer screamed at him.
Uh ...sure
Opalius sends a holographic image to SD's (censored)-->
Where is my you know. And why is water coming out of the bathroom? ------------------
Opalius open his eyes..*yawns Slowly he realises that he's been sleeping next to a toilet all night. Having spent almost 12 hours in here, he wants to get out He lights up a (censored) and slowly drifts away...Waiting for someone, anyone, to come and open for him
Shrout1 does something <classified> in the corner.
Another freak accident occurs, this time a spontaneous matter occurance, or an SMO for short. Suddenly the bar is flooded with powdered monkies, just as so many bars have been in the past. And again, the warning goes out, "Nobody even touch water!"
------------------ "You will find that your device is highly non-functional...." - Bad Guy (url="http://"http://www.shrout1.freewebsites.com")My Webpage!(/url)
Yawning, Esponer walks back into the bathroom, seeing Opalius' feet still under the cubicle. With a near hysterical laugh, bent double, Esponer kicked the door repeatedly as hard as he could. A crack appeared down the door, and after lengthening the crack by kicking it directly, Esponer broke the door in half with one final kick.
"There there. Now it's like the doors in the stories about cowboys. Opalius, you all right? Oh, right...the door handle."
***died of an overdosis + doorhandle smashed into skull
The door handle didn't smash your skull. I was saying, "oh right, I'd forgotten I could have just opened the door." But okay, whatever you want.
"Yay!" Esponer runs off.
Dawnshine, hearing the rumour of his brothers dead, guides his ship through a dangerous path of hyperjumps. Only an hour after, he arrives, and enters the bar. He recovers Opalius's body and carries him out to his ship. He cries a roar of fury, gets his (censored) and prepares to take his revenge on the Top-secret bar, and everybody within it