Charas Pub

[Emerates]

Emerates: *Walks into Pub, beaten and bloodied*  Well, it wasn't easy, but I finally managed to escape.
Rhino: WTF.
MT!!: How?  That was an impossible feat.
Emerates: The secret to my success is to aim for the ovaries.
MIC: D00d, you can't say that on the radio.
Tomi: Yeah, it's unethical.
Emerates: Okay, let me do it again.....

[TIME PARADOX FTW]
Emerates: *Walks into Pub, beaten and bloodied*  Well, it wasn't easy, but I finally managed to escape.
Rhino: WTF.
MT!!: How?  That was an impossible feat.
Emerates: The secret to my success is to aim for the [STRIKE]ovaries[/STRIKE] eyes.
Rhino: I do not recall being hit in the face.
Archem: Yeah, and he doesn't have a black eye....
Emerates: ....
MIC: I think we all know what happened.
MT!!:  
Emerates: *turns around, rubs posterior, leaves*
Drace: D:
Razor: Who wants beer?

[Tomi]

Razor:  Who wants to ignore the previous poster?
Everyone + Samuel L. Jackson and Mr. T: *raises hand*
Razor:  Ok, well that's solved. *your Emerates in spode*

[Bluhman]

Bluhman: Wouldn't it be Implode?
Tomi: Yes, but No.
Bluhman: Fine. Be wrong. Bye. *Leaves pub with a frown and stomp.*

[Meiscool-2]

Pub: *everything around it implodes*

[Archem]

So... Did you hear the one about the cat and the dog?
Archem: Who said that?
They had sex!
Archem: Seriously, where's that coming from?
And guess what?
MIC: What?
Archem: Don't egg the voice on!
They did it again!
Grandy: Oh, did they?
Yes.
Grandy: Awesome!
Razor: And what happened after that?
George "Dubbya" Bush bombed Iraq!
Archem: This isn't funny! Tell me who's talking! And after that, stop talking!
George "Dubbya" Bush: Really? Man, I'm so cool now!
Tomi: I agree! With gusto! And zest! *farts*
Fart1: Yay! I have a brother!
Fart2: No, you have a sister!
Fart1/Fart 2: Yay!
Archem: Stop it! Dubbya's not cool! The voice is not funny! My ignorance of what exactly's going on is not rational!
Drace: Yes it is.
Archem: AUGH!!!
Man, what a loooooser! You guys hang out with that loooooser?
All: No!
Good, because I can't be seen hanging out with the friends of a loooooser. Especially when he's looooosing. Look at that loooooser, throwing shoes at things
Archem: Take that! *flings a shoe at the juke box* And this! *flings a shoe at a beer keg*
Drace: No! The beer! You bastard!
Man, that loooooser's really starting to piss me off... He's going down.
Archem: Oh yeah? Well, no omnipotent voice is gonna put me dow- *falls through a trap door*
Tomi: Oh wow, that was original. /sarcasm
Hey, no need to get sarcastic. Matter of fact, I think you just might be... A loooooser.
Grandy: *gasp*
MIC: *shock*
Razor: *general consensus*
All: *chanting* Loser! Loser! Loser!
I submit you, Tomi, to the Loooooser Hall of Shame, followed by a trip to the Loooooser Colosseum. A fight to the death between Loooooser Archem, and Loooooser Tomi.
All (except for Tomi): Yay!
Tomi: Hey, wa- *falls through a trap door*

In the trap door pit...

Archem: So, you a loser, too?
Tomi: No, there's been a grave misunderstanding!
Archem: DENIAL! That's the first sign of an addiction! Tell me, are you addicted to losing?
Tomi: No!
Archem: I think you are!
Tomi: No! It's not true!
Archem: Yes it is!
Tomi: No! *sniff* Iss no't tr-tr-ooooh!
Archem: Yes, Tomi. It's true. You're a loser.
Tomi: *breaks down into tears*
Archem: Hey, there, it's alright. You'll get over it!
Tomi: *bawling*
Archem: ... Well, time to fade out!
*fades out*

Man, this is getting goo-oo-ood!
MIC: Totally!
Razor: You heard right!
Grandy: Ha! I'm a yes-man!

[Tomi]

Tomi (not in looooser colliseum): Wait, where the hell did my extra Tomi costume go?
Drace: I saw Emerates take it and put it on before the last post..
Tomi: What a dumbass...

*In Colliseum*
Emerates: I'm coo-*eaten by a lion*
Announcer: Wow, Tomi just got owned.. wait, that person doesn't have a brain.. That can't be Tomi.. Ohh, its Emerates disguised as Tomi.. heh, no wonder he dropped down here...
*fade out*
MIC: It never pays to be a n00b.
Tomi: Totally.. *farts*

[Meiscool-2]

Archem: Hmm, I wonder what else is down here.
Rancor: I'm down here.
Archem: AHHHHH *picks up bone and rock*
Rancor: RAWR *picks up Archem and posistions himself under an iron gate*

[Archem]

Hmm... I didn't realize that ghosts were capable of becoming Jedi...
Archem: Who said that? Was it Tom? Or Sally? By God, it better not be Sally... He owes me money! *shakes fist*

[Meiscool-2]

Rancor: *decimates Archem*
Never mind... Jedi he is not.

[Moosetroop11]

Jabba: Ho ho ho, wonky-cheeza!
MIC: And you can shut the hell up.

[Archem]

Archem: AAAHHHHHH!!! RANCOR HURTS!!!
That's because he's not a loooooser.
MIC: Agreed!
Tomi: Totally.
Hey! I thought I sent you to your doom! How could a loooooser not be doomed?!
Tomi: Yeah, that was a bigger loser in a Tomi costume. He lost.
Whoa! That totally wins! Have a winner cookie!
Tomi: Thanks! *eats* you kno- *dies*
Only loooooser eat cyanide-laced cookies. Winners eat puppies and childhood dreams.

[Meiscool-2]

Warxe: Oh, here's the button to turn off my thoughts and prevent them for being heard by everyone. *presses button*
Tomi: Hey, where'd that voice go?
MIC: I don't know, but it was getting pretty annoying.

[Grandy]

*A black truck stops outside the pub, two guys come out and start taking everything away*
Razor: Hey, what's this? This is my place, you can't just come in and take things away! *grabs shotgun*
Guy: *grabs shotgun from Razor and put it in the truck*
Razor: What's going on?! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!
Guy: *points to Grandy, who's trying to get away slowy* Ask him.
Grandy: H-Hey, there, Razor.
Razor: *eyes on fire, talks with poinson in voice* What-have-you-done-this-time?
Grandy: You see, I've had a little problems with this guys, and they demanded I paid them and well... *whispers*
Razor: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SOLD THE PUB?!
Grandy: *hides under a table* I'm sorry, they were very persuasive

--A few days before--
Thug: Pay up!
Grandy: Okay, just let me sell my friend's pub.
Thug: Oh, okay.
--Back to now--

Razor: *is being hold by Warxe and Zero, trying to get to Grandy* JUST WAIT A LITTLE, THESE TWO CAN'T HOLD ME FOREVER!
Grandy: I-I'll tell you what, let's build another pub!
Razor: I WANT THE OLD ONE!
Grandy: A-a better one! With... With gamble and hookers!
Razor: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE THINGS!
Grandy: And a pinball machine!
Razor: I- *stops* one of those big ones, with the flashing lights and bleeping sounds?
Grandy: Y-yeah.
Razor: *thinks a little* luminescent green?
Grandy: Why not?
Razor: Okay.
*Warxe and Zero let him go*
Razor: But if when we're done I don't like it, you're going to wish you were never born.
Grandy: I'd rather wish I hadn't sold the old pub.
Razor: That too.

 And so they started back from zero.


 ((Excuse me for wanting a short storyline))

[Meiscool-2]

*2 days later*
Razor: Wait, so only us four are working on rebuilding the pub?
Grandy: Sadly, yes. When I said something about manual labor and work they all stood to the side and said they wanted to watch.
Razor: So all we've got are Archem and Meiscool to help us?
Grandy: Yes, and apparently, they arn't helping much.
Razor: So really, it's us making the pub, and them trying to fix the chair?
Grandy: In theory, yes.
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Archem: No MIC, you put the nail there.
MIC: Don't I have to saw this thing off first?
Archem: Yeah, I think so. I'm pretty sure there should only be three, so you take take one of those four off.
MIC: Right. *Takes off leg of chair*
Archem: Hmm... what next?
MIC: I think we need to nail another cup holder on.
Archem: Oh, right. Ok, you hold the nail, and I'll hammer it in.
MIC: K. *holds nail*
Archem: *hammers nail into MIC's hand*
MIC: Hmmm, *tries to scratch his head with is right hand* something is wrong.
Archem: I think its that red paint there by your hand. Let's paint the chair yellow.
MIC: Great idea!
Archem and MIC: *paints chair yellow*
MIC: All done. Doesn't it look amaz-
Drace: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Archem: We're fixing the chair like Razor asked us to.
Drace: THE CHAIR THEY ASKED YOU TO FIX IS OVER THERE!!
MIC: Oh. Well then, what did we just fix?
Drace: MY CAR! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAR!?!?
MIC: *looks at audience* Not again!

[Archem]

Archem: So... It appears that I've lodged a hammer in my noggin... Wanna lend a hand here, anybody?
MIC: I would, but I have a car that looks similar to a distorted chair mysteriously appached to my hand.
Archem: What about the other hand?
MIC: Yeah, about that...
Drace: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! WHO PUT THIS IN MY COFFEE?!! YOU KNOW I ONLY LIKE THREE TEASPOONS OF CREAM!!!
MIC's Hand: Sorry, chum!