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Post by Moo on Aug 22, 2006 6:30:31 GMT
Not wasting anymore time for reason the drunk man quickly punches the barkeeper.
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Post by brassmonki on Aug 22, 2006 17:17:44 GMT
The barkeeper easily caught the drunken punch, and smashed a bottle over the man's head.
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Post by kevx3 on Aug 23, 2006 0:51:39 GMT
After relising the bottle was full of the finest whisky money can buy the barkeep promptly checked the mans wallet and ordered kenny, the bouncer, to throw the unconcious body out in to the gutter.
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Post by Sir Smeg on Aug 23, 2006 0:56:30 GMT
Passing by the unconscious body with a small disdainful quack walks a small duck, heading for the bar, intent on mischief...
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Post by brassmonki on Aug 23, 2006 12:44:59 GMT
This duck was one mean duck- he could go a few rounds with Donald and still have enough steam to beat up Daffy.
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Post by kevx3 on Sept 14, 2006 23:05:12 GMT
with the main character out of the scene the duck is free to take the spotlight. He walks to the barkeep and says "quack quack quack quack, quack quack. quack quack quack!.... quack?"
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Post by brassmonki on Sept 15, 2006 12:52:33 GMT
Unfortunately the barman didn't understand quackese, and the Duck began to get frustrated.
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Post by kevx3 on Sept 20, 2006 23:48:04 GMT
The ducks fustrations gets to him and starts to peck the table finishing off each peck with a nice loud "QUACK!"
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Post by brassmonki on Sept 22, 2006 20:25:13 GMT
The barman yells, "Hey! That's my bar!" and reaches for his Trusty Barman's Club +1
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Post by Sir Smeg on Sept 23, 2006 8:57:31 GMT
The duck lowers his head slowly, and narrows his little black eyes. His beak opens a fraction, then closes with a gentle snap...
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Post by kevx3 on Sept 23, 2006 12:10:47 GMT
suddenly a huge raging ball of fire bursts out of the ducks mouth and destroys the Trusty Barman's Club +1. The duck narrows its eyes again on the barkeep...
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Post by brassmonki on Sept 23, 2006 17:46:26 GMT
The bartender ignored the duck's narrow stare, instead concentrating on the burning rack of spirits behind him...
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Post by kevx3 on Oct 21, 2006 0:31:22 GMT
little does the bartender know that he forgot about that 100 year old bottle of rot gut on his racks....
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Post by Sir Smeg on Oct 24, 2006 15:34:08 GMT
The heat from the surrounding bottles aggravated the vile liquid, and as the heavy cork popped suddenly from the neck of the bottle, the entire pub seemed filled with manic evil laughter, seeming to emanate from the now open glass vessel...
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