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Bwahahahahahaha!!
Man, I am on FIRE today. Holding all the posts, topping the second page in the OC Bar...
Talk about living up to my name. Now it's time to chill before I get karmaslapped.
------------------ "That was quick." "Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."
Notices Spamo at a corner table gesturing grandly and talking to himself. Hmm, he's more swackered than usual. How 'bout another over there, Spamo?
------------------ -Traek Cicion, barkeep extraordinaire "PS: If nothing's working around here, it's because I'm laughing so hard." -Durandal
Make that two my good man!
I am Ozymandias, King of Kings!
You got it, your highness. Has the servdroid serve Spamo his drinks on a wooden platter.
Greetings noble serverdroid! Have you a name? No matter, I shall give you one, and it shall be Star.
O! This platter is no mere platter. It is the mighty platter of Kings! Truly this is a bar of noble stature to serve its best upon flatware divine.
I declare the sky is navy green henceforth!
Beeblebrox realises that he's sober again, and walks over to some wanker called Spamo. 'Excuse me" he says, not particuarly politely. "Do you have my wallet, by any chance?"
------------------ Vote 1 for Zaphod Beeblebrox- No one can escape Beeblebrox!
"Stand ye down vile knave! Thinkest thou to layest thy hands upon mine kingly person? You stand before the awesome presence of Ozymandias, King of Kings! Look upon my works ye mighty and despair."
With that Spamo drunkenly stumbles, dodging Beeblebrox's punch to his face before falling into a chair while kicking up his feet straight into Beeblebrox's groin causing Beeblebrox to crumple, whining to the ground.
"Fatum Iustum Stultorum."
Beeblebrox yelps in pain!
In his rage he pulls out a machettie and stabs a waitress.
Unfortunately for him, it was a robotic waitress. Also unfortunately for him, his machette had a metal handle. Also unfortunately for him, he hit the main power cable for the arm motors.
Darkk 0 walked over to Spamo's twitching form. "Feeling better yet?"
Spamo swings the machette at Darkk 0, but it passes through him without injuring him.
------------------ "In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others." Andre Maurois
Dude, that was like totally trippy.
I was, like standing there watching Beeblebrox swing his machete around and the next thing I know it's teleported into my hand.
I think this means that I'm far too sober. Give me some more alcohol.
Beeblebrox shouts; "Hey, you've got my knife!" He then stumbles over to Spamo and gives him the kiss of death.
Presses a button. The machete flies up to the ceiling and sticks there. Spamo and Beeblebrox start leaping up, over and over again, trying to reach it. Some other patrons start to make a ladder out of tables and chairs. As soon as they reach the top, Cicion reverses the gravity field and they fall onto the ceiling as the machete zips to the floor. The bar itself, which is free-floating in the building, retains its orientation.
Alacina stretches out her hand. The machette flys to it. "Anybody want to fight me for it?"
After 15 minutes of furious punching, kicking, and table-throwing, most of the patrons are pinned under rubble.
"Here, Cicion! Take this as payment for cleanup!" shouts Alacina as she tosses him the blade. Cicion grabs it and puts it under the bar.
(This message has been edited by Fleet Admiral Darkk (edited 11-24-2002).)
I like pie.
Would you like some, Spamo? We've got several varieties that I keep in cold storage in the back part of the storeroom.
Beeblebrox pushes Spamo out of the way in a mad dash for pie.
"No, that's my pie!"
Spamo lunges for Beeblebrox, and plows him into the ground. A ninja fight ensues. From amidst the struggle Spamo cries "I'll have some cherry pie please!"
Alacina and Darkk 0 seperate the struggling fighters, holding them by their necks in the air.
"Behave, dangit."
They then let go and return to their table.
Do I still get my pie?