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Anic sips the drink. Woah, that's the good stuff!!! Say, you know this stuff is illegal! How'd you manage to smuggle the Alpha Grade GreenyBlueŽŠ through the blockade, and then through customs here? Usually the customs men grab it for themselves...
------------------ Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...
Spamo links into the bar via remote from the Assault Transport.
"It's a specialty of mine actually. Quality Greenyblue can't really be stored and needs to be made on site. I keep a small production kit in the back of my ship"
------------------ "That was quick." "Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."
OV decides to see something
OV starts a fire in the fire place and burns some greenyblue
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Oh, Greenyblue smuggling's not that difficult. I have a few gallons of the stuff in my storeroom. Most smugglers use these. Holds up a shirt. Super-absorbant clothing. It feels dry even after it's soaked up up to a pint of liquid. Then I just run 'em through a press in the back to get the stuff out.
------------------ "Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?" "I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas." - Under Milk Wood
At last, I have discovered the notorious GreenyBlueŽŠ smugglers ring!!
Careful OV, you could blow away half the city by igniting that bottle of GreenyBlueŽŠ.
OK' you might all be under arrest. The whole bar may be under arrest! Anic beams, not drawing a rather large Krupps-Matzer Multi-Blaster with built in defensive shielding and fully integrated BOSSŽŠ.
A squad of shadow guards don't appear behind Anic, as semi-transparency appears through Anic. The time slip effect appears for a moment, or does it.
Anic grins, sharp teeth glinting in the GreenyBlueŽŠ light of the bar... (Maybe its time for a piece of the action) Just how many gallons do you have then Mr Ciction, if that really is your name...
The GreenyBlueŽŠ glow of the BOSSŽŠ glimers in the room.
Draws keutae and activates the bar's automated security system. Careful now, Anic, don't do anything rash. How much drink I store in my storeroom is my business and mine alone. And as this bar-station's floating just inside Phylydion space, you don't have jurisdiction here. Greenyblue's legal within Phyl space.
No it isn't! I own the copyright to Alpha Grade GreenyBlueŽŠ, and all the patents, and all of the future potential patents too (so there)...
Extracts and unfolds a very long document with an infinite number of microscopic lines of very tiny writing on it, and puts it away before anyone has a chance to study it too closely.
... and my jurisdiction extends as far as my battlefleets care to roam.
But anyway, no worries. Just pour me another one and we'll call it quits...
BOSSystemŽŠ powers down to standby mode, and the Shadows remain as shadows, as the tensios ebbs out of the bar, possibly to look for a fight elsewhere...
For a REALLY dang disturbing look at things, run any ambrosia thread through the "Drug Slang Translater" at (url="http://"http://www.brunching.com/toys/drugslanger.html")http://www.brunching...rugslanger.html(/url)
Page four of this bar is especially interesting (and ironic).
------------------ Seen on a Claymore anitpersonell mine: "Do not eat"
Well, Greenyblue does seem to be some sort of unique substance much like other illegal drugs. Highly intoxicating, enjoyable to use, explosive, green, blue...
pshht Ahhh, fresh can of greenyblue... let's see what this website can do.
Nah, GreenyBlueŽŠ is just Salrillian heavy, er fizzy (yes, that's what I menat, fizzy) water with some caramel in it... :eek:
I don't know what you're drinkin' my friend. Salrillian imports are good for only two things: de-greasing engines and killing brain cells.
OV walks back in from his leave of absence
OV trys to find a DP, "Ohh DP...... Where are you?"
"...waste of my time. Too squishy, plus he got back on his own, see??" resounds from the entrance to the bar.
Darkks 1,2,3, and "other" enter, along with Sarah and an unknown second woman, who said the above.
"You think EVERYTHING is too squishy" Darkk 2 replies.
"You think those audemedon are too squishy too, don't you?" adds Sarah.
"I don't mind going after those things, they remind me of ... an old enemy. I enjoy pulling them apart." replies the unknown woman.
"Regardless, we still had fun." puts in Darkk 1.
"We should do this more often" adds Darkk 3.
Then they all order Dr Pepper simaltaniously.
Ov stares at the new people who entered the bar. "Sorry to be rude but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation and was wondering what was squishy"
Serves up the four Dr. Peppers, one by one, in a line across the bar. Turns his back, picks up a small container of tiny lemon slices, and tosses them over his back. They land in the drinks, one by one by one by one. Then with a tool reminiscent of a casino table runner's chip-pushing stick only with a much wider crosspiece, pushes the four drinks forward to the front of the bar.
Slick.
Darkk, uhhh... any one of you... why don't you introduce your new friends?
Sarah and the unknown woman point out to Cicion that they ordered too.
Darkk 3 turns to Spammo and replies "Ask other Darkk who she is."
Spammo walks over to "other" Darkk and repeats his query.
Other Darkk replies "Ask her yourself."
Spammo walks over to the unknown woman and introduces himself. "Hi, my name is Spammo." "Hi, my name is Alacina." "Can you tell me a little about yourself?" She smiles sweetly and replies "No."
Heh. I like a woman who can keep a secret. Cicion, the fine lady's drink is on me.
OV watches the two talking thinking, "This is going to end up in her getting kidnapped and Spamo herocilly rescuing her"
Suddenly! Humongous robot Auds barge into the bar and kidnapp Alacina and run out. "I'll rescue her!" Spamo shouts
All the Darkks start snickering loudly. Explosions are heard from outside. Alacina walks back in, snickering as well.
Other Darkk turns to Overrider and says "Dude, she's even tougher than ME."
Darkk 1 attempts to start a chess game. Alacina begins talking to Sarah about really powerful magnets, powerful enough to suck the blood out of your body by latching onto the hemoglobin (it contains iron, and magnets this powerful exist - do not stand next to them). Something about the discussion indicates to the entire bar that both women are best left alone. Perhaps the fact that the central theme is "how to use those magnets in personal combat".
Alacina orders a ketchup and briscut sandwitch from the automat at the kiosk outside the bar, and continues the discussion, remarking on memorable uses of this technique. Everyone who can hear her except Sarah, the Darkks, and Spammo is nauseated. Spammo mutters "too technical for me" and "what's wrong with plain old punching" before taking up Darkk 1 on chess.