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D gladly serves up the Brandy, wondering where he's been. Any why is that child allowed to get away with such double posts? Would somebody kill this person. Oh yeah, that was out of character. I just want the man dead,
------------------ "Never give yourself a haircut after three margaritas."
Cooldude looks at Zurg's file and notices he does not have a liquer license. He ignores that and wonders why D wants to kill him. Cooldude sighs and aims D with his triple)barreled ultra-precise rocket-launcher and soon enough there were several greenish lump meats in the brandy. GREEN?!!?
<sigh> D ducked just in time for an Azdgari behind him to receive the shot.
"Whoops"
------------------ Cooldude
Carnotaur walks in, and gets annoyed with cooldude trying to kill the barman. Carnotaur then pulls out a Triple-Barrel Isomagnetic Resonator Railgun, and proceeds to annihilate Cooldude's weapon, and threatens Cooldude himself with death if he tries that again.
Carnotaur then asks for a brandy, and apologizes for speaking about himself in the third person.
------------------ If at first you don't succeed...Hit it harder! - Me -------------- Millennium. Its coming, prepare for it. Coming to the (url="http://"http://www.ambrosiaSW.com/games/ev/chronicles.html")EV Chronicles(/url).
Cooldudes' robots assemble the chunks and Zap them back together. They retrieved the heart of a UE officer in the bar and replace it. Then they Zap it back to life. Hurrah! Cooldude Has reanimated!
Carnotaur then wonders how Cooldude could reassemble himself even though he was never blown apart, only his weapons were, and proceeds to blow away Cooldudes robots. Carnotaur then orders another brandy while he sits there watching the molten carbonized remains of the robots.
After serving two brandys, D reminds Cooldude about double posts. "I've cut people for less, boy." 'Nuff said.
p.s. I want my penguin!
Jesus, obey the rules Cooldude! No double-posting! That's an order, obey it or get out of the bar. And Cooldude, you are not the emporer or ruler of this bar. First in command is D you fool.
pp, a little irritated at the way Cooldude has been behaving, tosses him into the acid pit. Once he has regenerated, Cooldude rushes at pp in a mad attempt for revenge. pp tosses him into the acid pit again. (Heh, this is fun! :))
------------------ "I love deadlines, I love the 'whooshing' sound they make as they go by." - Douglas Adams.
Cooldude can't be dying, because he just fell into the giant reserve of brandy! Cooldude slurps and after a nice bath throws pp into the REAL acid pit
Carnotaur then moves up behind Cooldude, kicks him into the acid, ignites the acid, and tosses Cooldude's remains into an anti-matter reactor, and then sends the reactor flying into the sun. Carnotaur then asks for another brandy.
pp, glad that the bar is momentarily Cooldude-free, glady serves up some more brnady before intentionally overcharging Carnotaur.
Carnotaur then notices that he has been overcharged, and threatens to annihilate pp as well if he doesn't charge him the right amount next time.
well, my dear little friends, coolude has NOT died because more of his robots came and saw what carnoaur was ding they produced a virtual reality projection out of condensed air and electro-ported cooldude back in his ship for safety.
Oh yes, on the way, cooldude smashed carnautaurs shuttle to bits :rolleyes:
(OOC: We don't mean to pick on you so much, Cooldude, but you aren't being very helpful either.)
Carnotaur watches as Cooldude smashes someones shuttle to bits, and then watches as the owner comes over and demands payment for his wrecked shuttle. After Cooldude pays the pilot, he then attempts to smash Carnotaur's modified Voinian Cruiser... without luck. Carnotaur again threatens to kill Cooldude if he annoys him again.
Like Carnotaur said you're not exactly trying to make friends Cooldude pp raises the price on the brandy to make it so that, technically, pp didn't really ocercharge Carnotaur.
D wakes up from his deep forty-year slumber to find that he's adrift in the middle of nowhere. Assuming fault where there is none, he thinks himself back to his beloved Albatross in time to hurt cooldude. D reaches into cooldude's head and tortures him with his most frightening imagining. D walks away, leaving cooldude to writhe in pain.
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Originally posted by Desperado: **D wakes up from his deep forty-year slumber to find that he's adrift in the middle of nowhere. Assuming fault where there is none, he thinks himself back to his beloved Albatross in time to hurt cooldude. D reaches into cooldude's head and tortures him with his most frightening imagining. D walks away, leaving cooldude to writhe in pain.
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pp is amazed by what D has done and teaches himself to do the same. He jumps from head to head causing nightmare after nightmare. D than tosses pp into the acid pit and sets him straight.
Edit: C'mon, we've gone four pages into this bar and I've only been tossed into the acid pit three times! I demand someone fix this!
(This message has been edited by phantompenguin (edited 02-14-2003).)
"I got yer fix right here!" Pulling pp's remains from the acid, D throws pp into the regenerator, then throws the regenerator switch to "constant" and drops the acid-proof machine into the pit. "Have fun for eternity, dirty hippy." Now if I only had a purple monkey...
Sorry,
just a moment. What is the use of the Albatross than ordering fake brandy for free. HAVING FUN! It'd be relly cool if we start killing each other (its a beginning) ATTAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!
"Even 'cooler,' as you would say, is me killing you. Repeatedly." That having been said, D takes out his Elephant Gun and blasts away, bombarding Cooldude with Russian women. Cooldude is smothered in a mass of pale, hairy fat. Makes me sick just thinking about it.
after several months of intense hospitality in a voinian hospital (which is far from a help) cooldude sighs and pulls out with little difficulty his robo ball. Here it is.
<super robo-ball>
In seconds, that tiny ball trans-formoderasterionized into a three feet long ultra space-marine bazooka! slowly, he loads it, locks-on with the last-enhanced and upgraded atomic bomb. He fires it.
Boom!
By the time Desperado had been carbonized, cooldude was safe in his ultra-shielded crescent Warship, reading the last magazine of comics he bought.
D, once again, bunced off THE ROCK into voinian space...
(This message has been edited by Cooldude (edited 02-15-2003).)
(This message has been edited by Cooldude (edited 02-18-2003).)