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Jacey Squires answers his call.
"Yeah, you'd want a bunch of your lackeys around, wouldn't you! Well if that's how it's going to be, let's make it a spectacle worth watching." Jacey replaces the battery to the remote he's going to use to summon the cage of flames.
Jacey then grabs Metalcore424's annoying Bot424 and shatters it on nfreader's head.
------------------ "Juggling two jobs and a girlfriend - or is it the other way around?" You wish, kid. sigh "I know."
Bond throws the root beer back at nfreader, missing by several feet.
------------------ "I see you have a goldfinger on the shelf Dr. No" "Yes, I got it from the spy who loved me" "Was she on her majesty's secret service?" "No, she came from Russia with love." (This message has not been edited by bond-jamesbond (edited 04-01-1990).)
It appears Mr. Bond has met his match!
nfreader tells his goons to "Throw him in the acid pit"
------------------ EVERY THING HAS CHANGED! (url="http://"http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/spyrpgroup/")http://games.groups....oup/spyrpgroup/(/url) irc: CIA_MAN
"I would have admitted defeat, nfreader, but I will never accept the dishonor that your lackey has placed upon me! I may be annoying, but I don't deserve to be banned!"
Jacey commits harakiri.
bah... What happens on IRC, stays on IRC. But anyway, you put up an excellent fight tonight, and it's important to remember: We're all winners
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Originally posted by nfreader: **bah... What happens on IRC, stays on IRC. But anyway, you put up an excellent fight tonight, and it's important to remember: We're all winners:)
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Thanks, bro. That means a lot to me. You're welcome to visit my IRC channel at #boozybar anytime. And when I say it's mine, well let's just say... it's MINE. Go ahead... CHECK.
Cade nukes everyone, except JaceySquires. And Trugati, if she is still going to write at a later date. I need to show the darts table first :)...I didnt make more creative randomness or a long story, because it reguires too much thinking for the moment.
------------------ I am eager to try to answer mission questions "There is nothing certain but and taxes"- Benjamin Franklin
(This message has been edited by General Cade Smart (edited 07-19-2004).)
Blows up the bar... again.
------------------ "How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?" - Unknown You know you are the king of procrastination when you dont start a project until after it's due. No car, no license, no cash, no life. Coincidence?
Re-Builds the bar...again.
Bond picks up another glass and hits nfreader in the face. He then pays the bartender for the glass and another Mountain Dew.
Rickton grabs bond's Mountain Dew and pours it on him.
------------------ The box said Windows 95 or greater...so why doesn't it work on a Mac? Member of WORRPBOITAMPSH, whatever that is Minion of the Divals Imperium
nfreader laughs at bond and chokes to death on his cream soda. He aslo congratulates Rickton on his membership to the the imperium, and wishes him a happy 700th anniversary.
(This message has been edited by nfreader (edited 07-19-2004).)
Having misheard nfreader's comment, JaceySquires begins cheering widly for Rickton and slaps him hard on the back, saying "Hey, it's my 70th too!" Rickton's eyes fall out.
------------------ I'll so offend to make offence a skill, redeeming time when men think least I will. - Hal
(This message has been edited by JaceySquires (edited 07-19-2004).)
Walks in, orders a drink, and sits down. After about the fith drink he pulls out a rifle loaded with depleted uranium slugs and starts having fun.
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Rickton didn't even notice it was his 700th post. :redface:
nfreader looks out at the rest of the bar through his bleary red eyes and thinks "What a friendly place this is..." before several large beermugs fly in his general direction.
Bond throws a barstool at Rickton for wasting a perfectly good Mountain Dew. He then throws three cans of paint at nfreader, painting him a combination of green, blue, and purple.
Bond orders a Mountain Dew: Code Purple.
Rickton uses his amazing psychic powers to stop the barstool in its flight, then realizes he doesn't have amazing psychic powers, he only has mundane psychic powers.
EVWeb falls asleep, dropping his gun. Then the gun shoots and kills DE.
------------------ "If life gives you a lemon, wing it right back, and add some lemons of your own." -Bill Watterson (url="http://"http://www.aresaxis.us")Enigma(/url) <-- The best online game ever. (url="http://"http://www.evula.org/evweb/")EVWeb(/url) <-- My site!!!
Gives Bond a Big Box of Mountain Dew. 256 colors of Mountain Dew: Code _______. Including Macaroni and Cheese.