Charas Pub

[Archem]

Archem: Soooooo... I've noticed that, over the course of many months, nobody here has bothered to at least bathe...
Tomi: Do what now?
Warxe: I have... Just... In secret.
MIC: Like a ninja or something?
Warxe: No, more like a shadow of a doubt.
Archem: That doesn't even make sens-
POW!
Warxe: Now then, who else wants to defy me?
Emerates: >_> <_< Me?
Warxe: No. You don't.
Emerates: Oh... Could have sworn I did... *stalks off*

[Grandy]

 Grandy: You know guys, after all this time watchin' and wanderin' and drinkin' in the pub here, I noticed three things:
 A - The pub is indestructable, and it has a infinite ammount of beer.
 B - If something happens, it's Xen's fault. Eve if he doesn't come here anymore.
 C - He doesn't have anything better to do. *points to table*
 Red: *is spinning on the table*
 Grandy: Also, I must admit I didn't steal anything from anyone for the past few months, that's why I invented this. *pushes a button, many mechanical arms appear from his belt* The Steal-O-Matic 3000! It will automatically steal the nearest valuable thing! *pushes a button* *the machine steals the nearest valuavle thing.... itself. To the infinty*

 *implosions*

 Warxe: Well, rule A is un-proved.

 *The pub is in pieces*

 Warxe: Way to go, Grandy, you exploded the pub!
 Grandy: *shrugs* It was Xen.
 Warxe: Oh, okay, then.

[Razor]

Razor: I've got it! Even more interesting! Paraguay!
Warxe: You can't keep doing this. You'll destroy us all!
Razor: Rule 1. Er, A, rather.
Warxe: That's the pub what is indestructable, not the people.
Razor: Hmmm.... *flees*

[Tomi]

Tomi: However, Rule J says that cool pub members can spontainiously revive themselves.
Emerates: COOL!  *kills self*      *tries to respawn* *phails*
MIC: Cool...
Tomi: Precisely.

[MrMister]

The news flickered on the TV.
The anchor read a story from his notes:
Local bastard Razor shot to death by madman this evening. Suspects say that the shooter was ranting and waving his arms around in a hysterical manner just before committing the crime. When apprehended by police, the killer had this to say: "He kept changing the title of this retarded thread in Forum Gaming.. I kept thinking there was a new thread.. it was awful!"

[Grandy]

 Superman: OMG! Look at those PS2 game prices! How you guys do that?
 Paraguayperson: Uh... We... kinda... ... ... you'll buy it or not?
 Superman: Sure I will!


 ...

 If you don't get it, Paraguay is the n°1 Exporter of pirate game to south Brazil.

[Archem]

Archem: I'm a pirate.
MIC: Noooo, you're dead. I killed you.
Warxe: Lies! I killed him! You killed Mimo!
MIC: So? Aren't they the same?
Tomi: *farts*
MIC: Seriously, you should see a doctor about all that excess flatulance.
Grandy: They are?! Why do you people keep changing things?! I need to take more notes... This is Xen's fault!
Archem: Who's Xen?
.
..
...
Archem: Oh. Right. Me = n00b. Teh 1337 n00b.
Razor: Please stop with the leet-speak, newb.
Archem: Sure.
Razor: *dies*

[Moosetroop11]

MIC, sitting, drinking a cool refreshing beer in the local [STRIKE]Pub[/STRIKE] The Adventures of the Super Friends and others in Paraguay. Relaxing. Unsuspecting. When suddenly

*BONK*

MIC: What the hell?
Bonk: Stop it.
MIC: *Looks at bottle* I need to stay off this stuff.

EDIT: Cheers MIC

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: Know what I miss?
Everyone: What!?
MIC: I miss those onion ring chips.
Everyone: So do we!
MIC: We should form an army take done those steally eyed canadians that are greenlighting the Funion company!
Warxe: Yeah!

[Kinslayer]

Kin: Hey guys! Come to Argentina, we don't bite! We steal! Ehhh forget the last one... just come or I'll... kick your nuts or somethin'... YEAH.

[Tomi]

Kinslayer: *dies from drowning in the infinite amount of beer in the pub. Refer to rule A*

[WarxePB]

Warxe: Paraguay is gay! We're gonna go to... CANADA! *uses Magical Edit Power to send the Pub to some isolated patch of snow in Canada*
Kinslayer: *is still drowning*
Warxe: Uhhh... yeah. Special enchantments on the country have doubled our already infinite reserves of beer.

[MrMister]

MrMister: Oh no! Canadian beer sux!
Move it to Germany, quick!

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: Canada! Mooses! Mooses! Canada!
MIC: Well as we're in Canada we might as well do something about those onion rings chips!
Drace: TO WAARRRRRRR!!




*Everyone stares at drace*

Drace: ...Why am I always the brunt of jokes?

*Everyone laughs at drace*

Drace: It's like one of those bad dreams...




AAARGH I'M NAKED!!
Everyone: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH!!!!!
Warxe: Shield your eyes! Shield your precious F***ing eyes!!!

[Meiscool-2]

Mid: Hey Drace, you're all powerful right?
Drace: Yes. Why do you ask?
Mid: And you can do anything, right?
Drace: Yes, I can do anything.
Mid: So, can you create a rock that you can't lift?
Drace: Of cou... wait, what?
Mid: Can you make a rock that you can't lift?
Drace: Well... no.
Mid: Oh.
MIC: I can though.
Mid: Really!?
MIC: Yes.
Mid: Will you have my babies?
MIC: Of course.
Mid and MIC: *Walks away*

Bluhman: Hey Drace, why the long face?
Drace: I just got shown by... wait, where have you been?
Bluhman: Remember, you guys left me in Canada and never returned me.
Warxe: Oh, yeah, I remember that.
MIC: Yeah, it was one of my posts wasn't it?
Bluhman: I think so.
Drace: Damn you Meiscool and always sending us to Cana... wait... didn't you just walk off with Midnight?
MIC: No, why?
Drace: I swore you did just did.
Razor: He did, but it wasn't him.
Warxe: Huh?
Razor: Warxe, you were born here. I'm suprised that you don't know Canada's secert.
Everyone: What secert?
Razor: Canada... is a parallel universe.
Everyone: What!?
Razor: Yes, I was shocked to find out as well. That could be the reason my face is stuck in this deformed state.
Drace: *mutters various other reasons for Razor's ugliness*
Razor: As you all know, in parallel universes, everything is the same except for one thing.
Warxe: Go on.
Razor: I've already met my parallel universe clone, and our difference is our love for bacon. He loathes it, and I reval in it.
Tomi: What about me?
Razor: Your clone doesn't have the ability to fart.
Drace: And me?
Razor: Well, your clone is actually successful.
MT11: And me?
Razor: People actually type out MooseTroop11.
MIC: So, what's different with me?
Razor: Well, I guess it's that you're good God, seeing as you created a rock that you can't lift then lifted it.
MIC: Sweet, parallel me rocks.
Bluhman: How about me?
Razor: Well Bluhman... how do I say this...
Bluhman: Go on.
Razor: Let's just say that your clone goes by the name of Bluhwoman.
Warxe: What about me? Even though I was born in Canada, there should be a parallel me outside of it, right?
Razor: That's true... and you won't like the answer.
Warxe: Tell me!
Razor: Well Warxe... you know how you're the owner of the company "Nukes United"?
Warxe: Yes?
Razor: Well, your clone owns a different company.
Everyone: Which company!?
Razor: It's.... the Funion company.