Charas Pub

[Drace]

Drace: I would, be it seems that for every post I make, Warxe and DF make 10....

[Grandy]

 *notices NIKEY avatar*

 Grandy: ITS HIIIIIIM!!! PINK-(lightly)BLUE CODE! REPEAT, PINK-(lightly)BLUE!!! EVERYONE TO THE BATTLE POSITIONS! ENGAGE AND ROLL ON! *jumps through the window, and throws some zombies as "human" shields* THE SUSPECT IS STILL IN THE PUB, OVER! NEED MORE MEN!
 Radio voice: You want men?! I never though you were one of thos-
 Grandy: Finish that sentence and you're a fired man.

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Sipping tea, spits it out* Code Pink -(lightly) blue?!!?!

*Thunderbirds music starts*

MT11: *Chair lifts up tipping him into a hole, he enters a tube which sucks him into a room where a machine puts on his uniform, then shoots him onto a conveyor belt which takes off his uniform again, then thrusts him through a hole in the Charas pub ceiling and he lands next to Nikey*

MT11: *eats Nikey*

[Drace]

(MT11! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!)

Drace: Grandy, you can call the code of. The siren is giving me an headache.
Grandy: I can't! It won't go off!
Drace: Someone is going to pay for this! *punches MT11's stomach*

[White Dwarf]

lol

[Bluhman]

Bluhman: Fine. I'll pay the damn siren. Here you go; now shut up.

*And so the siren did*

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Pub: This is boring.

Bluhman: That... is obvious.

[Razor]

George Bush: This Charas Pub is highly suspicious. I suspect it has nuculer weapons of mass distraction.
MT11: *eats George Bush*
Security: Code Blue! Suspect has entered the White House and has eaten the President!
Radio: That's more of a Code Azure.
Security: Look, I didn't have time to read the manu--
MT11: *eats Security*


Razor: So, what the Hell happened with Nikey?
Drace: His flamboyant homosexuality got the best of him, I guess.
Everyone: O.o
Drace: *shrugs*
Razor: No seriously, I wasn't here. Oh well, I guess he's not welcome here no more. *presses a button, German Soldiers with German Shepards come out of the ground, armed with rifles*
Red: Oohh... hey you guys! This is your enemy.
German Soldiers: Ja. *starts shooting at Razor*
Razor: Red!!! Damn you!
Red: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!1

[Drace]

Drace: GERMAN SHEPARD! May I pet one Mr. Nazi?
Nazi soldier: Jawhol. Mar die hund kann bijten.
Razor: What'd he say?
Drace: I don't know, my german isn't that good. Maybe I must pet his mouth.
Razor: I don't think that's a go...*Drace screams* Nevermind.

[Me5kuTis]

Me5kuTis : Well that was new
Drace : where did you come from
Me5kuTis : There *point's at MT11's stomach which now has a hole*
MT11 : But you exploded
Me5kuTis : No that was my twin brother . Anywho.. *rollseyes* *waits* *Pushes MT11* *Runs!!!*

[Razor]

Me5kuTis: *swaps the beer mug with a bag of sand and walks out of the room*
Me5kuTis: well, that was easy. *hears something* *looks behind him*
MT11: *rolling after him*
Me5kuTis: ahhhh!! *runs*
MT11: *rolls closer*
Me5kuTis: *runs faster*
MT11: *rolls closerer*
Me5kuTis: *runs fasterer*
MT11: *eats Me5kuTis*

[Drace]

Drace: That was.... weird.
MT11: OH NOES!!! I'm falling!
Drace: He didn't even push you that hard....
MT11: *falls on the ground* Help me! Call an ambulance!!!
*5 minutes later* *ambulance arrives*
GuyFromAmbulance: Come on sir, we'll help you.
MT11: *Eats GFA*
Drace: -_-;

[Razor]

Razor: I would like to put forward a theorum. MT11, eat your own leg.
MT11: *eats leg, which leads to the rest of his body, to which he implodes*
Razor: Neat.
*a large intertimespacecontinuumhole appears where MT11 was*
Razor: Not so neat.
Drace: Good one moron. *smacks Razor* *gets sucked into vortex*
Razor: Lol--*VORTEX'D*
Charas in general: *implodes*

[Drace]

Drace: *spawns back in hell* Oh for god's sake! They rebuild this place!
Grandy: *Spawns in hell*
*Razor and all the other spawn in hell*
Drace: Tee hee. Oh Grandy, they all respawned.
Grandy: *twitch* *snap*

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: Oh hell.

Satan: Correct.

[Razor]

And so once again, the hardy bunch at the Charas Pub found themselves in the pit of Hell, dealing with the one and only Satan himself. It is at this point where we leave our friends, as we say goodbye to the Charas Pub. Cheerio.




Oh well, I think that went quite splendid. Oh, what am I saying, that was the biggest waste of my time - I best be getting paid for this. What? Why are you waving at me? Yes, I see you too, hello. Oh, what? The mic is still on? Oh, so it's not over? Oh. A-hmm.



So, I guess... this isn't goodbye yet. So, what fantastic adventures will the Charas Pub crew get up to now? First, they are going to have to escape Hell, and the one and only Satan himself --

MT11: *eats Narrator*
Drace:  Thank you.