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[i]Noting the Red Hot Poker Cannon in GT's hand Renegade scurries quickly backwards, hoping to delay the horror. Rushing behind the bar, he grabs Puke (who is for some reason starting to mold...) and holds him in defense of the target of the RHPC...

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The whirling mass of Skunkupines, now rejoined by several inebriated members, slowly spins toward the center of the room. The mass begins to contract, tighter and tighter and tighter, then suddenly bursts outward with astonishing force.

Balled-up Skunkupines fly across the room in a chaotic and ricocheting manner. Barbed quills firing off like shrapnel (not unlike recent conversations http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif ) fly out in every direction.

Several well-aimed quills strike the hindquarters of GrowlTiger, while dozens more that were headed towards Renegade 13 strike the unprepared Puke.

Quills lash out in every direction, though it is noted that the flying Skunkupines carefully avoid turning their derrieres in the direction of the lone Cumbrian in the corner.

Ed Kolis is grazed by several quills, though dozens more pass through the incorporal Cipher7071. Quills silhouette but apparently completely miss Mac5732. Dogscoff is struck by a dozen or so quills, but is blissfully unaware of his pending pain being passed-out.


Atrocities, ever the lightning rod for disaster, appears to recieve the lion's share of the flying quills. ( http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif )

The pained, plaintive bleeting of the punctured sheep is heard, though the cause this time is Skunkupine quills and not Cumbrian affections... ( http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif )

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puke pulls a quill out of himself, and sticks it in Renegade.

"one"

puke pulls a quill out of himself, and sticks it in Renegade.

"two"

...

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"Hey, that stings!"

[i]With Puke still sticking gelatinously to his outer garments, poking quills into him, Renegade casually gathers up an ice cube tray, dry ice and a large spoon...

"All right, who wants some Puke-sicles? Just give me a few minutes to get him in the tray and frozen http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/evil.gif "

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eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen...

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That was close. Sigh...

Shimmmmerrrrr......fade.......shimmmmerrrr....pop!

Reappearing at the corner table with Mac, who is in the company of some rather enticing FBWs, Cipher dials up to approximately 'spectral' and asks:

"Mac old buddy, do you suppose you could convince one of these sweet young things to retrieve my drink from the bar? Although I don't seem terribly at risk here, my ale does not share that privelege. I think perhaps in this corner, I may just be able to sneak an occasional sip."

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A figure with burning red eyes steps out of a shadowy corner behind Mac, carrying Cipher's drink in his right hand and a low, wide glass holding a clear fluid and some ice in his left.

"Here you go. Mac old buddy, remember me? How's Tigga and the rest of the gang?"

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Ouch, time to turn the red hot poker hand cannon to "Extreme Vindaloo"

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"Vindaloo" ???, and "Madras" ???

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You are a gentleman and a scholar, sir.

Interesting entrance, by the way. A man after my own heart, it would seem. Yet GT doesn't seem quite so glad you're here.

Hmmmmm. I think I'll pass on the Puke-cicle.
...which gives me an idea. (dials up to gelatinous and takes a shaky drink).