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Turin had been pondering since his latest embarrassing episode as The King, how best to deploy the E.W.E. for the greater good and the sickest havoc. Then all the hair on his body stood straight up as The-Horror-Previously-Known-as-NullAshton trudged through the door and roared ferociously as he hit his head on the 'Mind the Step' sign.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

In a split second Turin melts from his table to the wall behind him. Keeping his ElvisH Cloak wrapped tight and close, he edges along the front windows toward the door. Now that he sees Mr.Ashton a little closer he realizes that he's not so fearsome as he first seemed. It's all shock value really, and the smell is what really gets you... He considers drawing Gurthang and ending this silliness right now.

<font color="green"> "Meh... this'll be more fun..." </font>

Having got behind the beast as it entered the bar, he leaps quickly, and as he passes The Horror's right shoulder he firmly plops the E.W.E. on it's head!!

The creature's advance is now greatly slowed since it can't stop gyrating it's hips and right knee as it walks, and it's mumbling subsonically about "Lemonade... that cool, refreshing drink..."

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*SuicideJunkie unrolls a banner down the front edge of his table and opens a cardboard box full of merchandise.

Peril Sensitive Sunglasses for sale! HHGG-style, fully functional, only 50 minerals each!

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Growltigga, sharing a happy cheeky half or two with the Badger Captains of his Byzantine Armoured Mongoose Legions, looks into one of the CCTV cameras in his armoured "Members Bar" and looks at the NullAshton smelly thing squatting in the cantina which is currently reeling from Turambars assault and exuding putrid smelly vapours...

I am not paying the cleaners overtime to srot that out he thinks, and reaches over for the big red lever. He yanks that and a large trapdoor opens under NullAshton, sneding him plummeting down into the Pit of Doom..

You will recall from much much earlier posts that the Pit of Doom is basically filled with the overflow of all the nasty things that have washed up in the cantina, which includes essence of Mac, body parts, stinky sneaker seeker missiles, tons of spilt beer, most of Dogscoff's celtic undersea minions, and I think Raging Deadstar as well.

Overall, not a nice place to be......

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NullAshton walks back in.

Who's been playing with the cloning machine? You know that machine is no longer under warranty!

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Pleased that the Evil Wig of Elvis was able to assist GT in dispatching The Horror, but somewhat miffed that the E.W.E. might now be lost forever, Turin snaps a brief salute at the nearest CCTV camera, draws his Traitorous Black Blade and leaps into the trapdoor just before it closes.

<font color="green"> "Time for some fun! See you all latttteerrrrr......" </font>

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Has anyone here ever woke up wearing pink bunny slippers and purple pijammas? (GT You don't count for this question since this is your regular atire.)

FYI I think the closest to this I have come is Blue underwear and red socks.

"What do you mean, How much Amonkriean Ale did I drink last night?" Hmmm, come to think of it there are six empty barrels in the corner of my room. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif

Cheers! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

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ah david, if I were you, from now on when you find yourself out and imbibing upon the pleasures of life, you may want to have a video recorder automatically attached somewhere on your attire. This way you will see what depradations you may find yourself in. If your wearing what you described, then I'd hate to see what the other person is wearing http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif

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David Gervais, Canadian non-drinking tree-hugger and artist extraordinaire you may be, but I DO NOT WALK ROUND IN PURPLE PAJAMAS AND PINK BUNNY SLIPPERS

a crimson flamenco dress, bobble hat and cowboy boots maybe, but that is only on the second Thursday of every month!

Yeah, I remember this, you wake up in the morning after a skinful of ale (or a couple of bottles of Bud to you saddo North American lager fairies) and find yourself wearing a traffic cone, clutching a policemans helmet and for some reason, holding onto the brassiere of your tasty female housemate (the sad thing being you cannot remember if you got frisky with her, you suspect you did, but no-one is talking and it is a real pity cos you have fancied her something rotten all year and she is now not talking to you, but you suspect that is because you might have showed her your famous "elephant impression" (you know, the one where you face her, pull out the pockets on your trousers as ears and then show her your trunk?) just when she actually felt quite amorous)

the alternative I suppose if that you wake up in the toilet, wearing somebody elses clothes, feeling battered and with a lovebitwe on your neck and a note to call someone called "Steve" - in fact, the alternative is worse..

lordy, where would we be but for beer?

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With a much healthier liver?

The things that seem a good idea after a few drinks. Like trying to win back a �5 bet by going double or quits on a pint of vodka...

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the real crime is that i've been off the waggon for a couple months now. virtual pints in the cantina is the closest i come to drinking anymore. no more of those warm and wonderful memories that i cant remember

*sniff*