Charas Pub

[Moosetroop11]

Bono: *Grabs Grandy by the neck* You'll take that back!!!

[Dragonium]

MT11: Do the line and I'll let you out.

Bob Geldof: *Muffled* ... Give us your fuckin' money.

MT11: Excellent.

Bob Geldof: *Escapes from MT11 in some questionable manner*

[crunkman2000]

Crunk: Wow, what the dukar. Is this some kind of alternate universe now? Weren't we in H--

Bono: I MUST DEFEND MOTHER AFRICA! *shoots Crunk with mouth lasers*

[Razor]

Warxe: Just how exactly did you escape from MT11?
Bob: Trust me, I've done this before.
Everyone: *looks at each other with a look of confusion and a slight hint of disgust on their faces*
Bob: Uh, yeah. Save the children. *jumps in limo, drives away*

[Moosetroop11]

[UNFUNNY COMICS MODE]

Razor: So what does Bob taste like?
MT11: Actually, luckily for me, I had all my taste buds burnt off years ago when I tried to eat a compressed gas canister. So I didn't taste anything.
Razor: Why do you eat then?
MT11: Mainly nutritional reasons.

[A Forgotten Legend]

AFL: Nutrition is essential for a Moose.  Didn't you know that?
Razor:  No, I did not.

[crunkman2000]

Razor: *sigh* guess I'll start rebuilding...*steps over smoldering mess*

Crunk: Yeah, just walk over me. Sure. I'm just burning to death from Bono's mouth lasers. I'll be fine. Really.

[Razor]

Razor: You know what, I think it's time we went on an adventure!
Warxe: Yeah! With excitement and things!
Grandy: Yeah! And hot women!
MT11: Yeah! And delicious food!
MIC: Yeah! And incestuous orgies!
Razor/Warxe/Grandy/MT11: *mutter amongst themselves*
MIC: Uh, with someone else's hot sisters!
Razor/Warxe/Grandy/MT11: Yeah!!
AFL: Not until you finish your sundaes!
Guys: Fiiine. *slowly eat sundaes with pain on their faces*
AFL: What is it about my sundaes?

[Tomi]

Tomi: *farts*

[A Forgotten Legend]

AFL: Seriously?  Why do you dread my sundaes?!?  I WANT TO KNOW!

[Archem]

Archem: It's not for you to know. I get the reference, so I get the power to pick our adventure destination! Ha-ha!
MT11: *eats Archem* Ho-ho! Now I have inherited the power to choose! I vote Loompa Land!
Warxe: Home of the Oompa-Loompas?
Razor: Yay! I wonder if they'll sing us a song about how one of us suffers from a terrible, yet characteristic fate?
AFL: I wonder if they'll eat my sundaes...
Tomi: No. They won't.
AFL:

[Dragonium]

Dragonium: I find it ironic that MT11, who during the course of our adventures has eaten various people, items of furniture, fake food, camping equipment, electrical appliances, kitchen utensils, Sephiroth, a rocket, the Sun, the pub itself (On a number of occasions), kitchen utensils, several countries, a menagerie of animals, and various poisonous or otherwise lethal objects, still finds it difficult to eat one of your sundaes.

AFL: That's it, rub it in! *Storms off*

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Coughs up a bicycle pedal*

[A Forgotten Legend]

*tumbleweed*

AFL:  Here tumbleweed!  Try my sundaes!

*tumbleweed instantly combusts*

AFL: ...ther aren't that bad are they...? *Trys one* ...*dies*

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Yes, the pub is deserted and dying. Just as planned. Excellent. *Mr.Burns stuff*
 Razor: Actually, the pu is pretty much destroyed, it is a good base for us to build a small arc upon.
 Grandy: Cursed be ye!
 Razor: Stop pretending to know how to talk like that.
 Grandy: Okay. *eyes down*
 Razor: At any rate, we need a new pub. WITHOUT SUMMONING.
 Warxe: *stops halfway raising his hand* *eyes down*
 Razor: We need material. Wood, nails, sand, stuff like that.
 *everone looks around*
 Grandy: It's hard to say where we are after the pub was so shifted and transported and broken and all that, but I see a forest. Wood.
 Razor: There is sand right where we're standing.
 Moose: *regurgitates nails*
 Grandy: How convenient.
 Razor: Alright then, lets start gathering wood. Gather some villagers and send them there.
 Warxe: *right clicks villagers (who are lemming-sized) and then right click the woods*
 Villagers: "At your command, my liege!" *walk to the forest*
 Razor: Grandy, find a way to use this sand.
 Grandy: ... *walks a little* ... *thinks* ... *walks a little more* ... *thinks* ... *walks back* ... *thinks* ... I know! *kicks sand in Razors face* There, I used it.
 Razor: *punch Grandy in the face* Okay, someone else find a  useful way to use this sand. Grandy, we'll need more nails.
 Grandy: Leave it to me. *puts an Indiana Jones hat* *walks up to Moose*
 Grandy: If I'm not back in an hour, you guys can have lunch without me. *jumps inside Moose's mouth*
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 Grandy:Yeah... this place has got bigger since last time I was here. *looks around* *Moose's stomach looks like a Cassino*
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 Razor: We need something else?
 *YOU MUST CONSTRUCT ADDITIONAL PYLONS*
 Razor: Narrator, for all that is beautiful, stay out of this this time.
 *Why should I?*
 Razor: Just, please, I'll pay you later.
 *... Okay, but it better be good.*
 Warxe: Hey, I found something in the debris that was not broken!
 Razor: What is it?
 Warxe: A table.
 Red: *is spinning on the table*
 Razor: Oh, for fuc-
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 Grandy: *playing in a slot machine* One seven, good goog, another one! Good, only one more, one more!
 *the slot machine stops with two sevens and a Lord Raffles face*
 Grandy: DAMNIT! ... Once more.