Charas Pub

[Drace]

Drace: Razor, matey, you allright? Your looking a little blue and theres green stuff coming out of the cobra bitemarks.

[Snort_X]

Snort: Dude, where did my arms go???
MT11: I think its still in my belly...

Snort: WHAT!
*snort goes in MT's mouth*
Snort: I see them...
*Snort puts his arms back on his body and gets out*

Drace: Razooor

Snort: OMG, he got venom injected in his body

Drace: No duh

*Snort puts an antidote on him*
Snort: now he's twiching and that is freaky....

[Drace]

Drace: Why the hell would you put an antidote on him, he needs to drink it you bloddy moron. On second thought, we can drink all the beer. *everyone looks at Drace*
Well, what are we waiting for, let's rob this place from it's beer and other things that have alcohol in them.
MT11: Wow, look at this bottle.
Drace: Hmmmmm.... Danger, do not drink, 100% alcohol, if under any surcumstances someone actually has drunk this please shoot him in the head before the side-effects take place.
Well.... sounds good to me.

[Snort_X]

Snort: Don't call me a moron!
Drace: lelelelelelelelelelelelel...*hick up*
Snort: man your drunk!!!

W££rd: look it says: caution the beer can explode in your belly
Snort: Wow...
*Snort goes up on the table*
Snort: BAR FIGHT!!!

[Dragonium]

*Ace of Spades by Motorhead starts playing at full volume, while everyone runs around throwing buckets of custard on each other*

Dragonium: Stop, stop! *Music stops*Violence is not the answer! Let us be calm and philosophical about this. Peace. And... Breathe...

*Everyone breathes deeply*

Dragonium: And now... Oh, whatever. *Throws custard on Drace*

*Music starts up again at full volume, and everyone starts running again*

[Razor]

Razor: *unbalanced* Heeey you guys! There's a rule against spinning in this pub! Stop spinning!
Everyone: *perfectly still*
Razor: I said stop spinning!
Everyone: ...
Razor: *cócks shotgun* I warned you.
Everyone: ...

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Staggers up to Razor and hugs him* Hey, where'd you get this 100% alcohol stuff from, buuuuuuuuuuuuuddy?
Razor: No! You can't make me! *Blows off MT11's head with shotgun, then collapses, twitching*
W££rd: ................................................................ More beer please, bartender.
Razor: *Twitch*

[Weerd Thing]

Razor: Damn all! Die now!
*gunshot*
W££rd: Magic! Stasis Time!
*bullet stops in midair*
W££rd: Explode!
*boom*
W££rd: Reinstator (whatever that's supposed to mean)!

*back to the beginning*

Razor put the paint brush back in the tin, for the last time. He stood back and admired his work. Weregnome came up.
"Nice paint job. But did you have to make it luminescent green?"
"Yes, yes I did." Razor pulled out a key.
"I have the beer and wine all set up, it's ready! Just one twist of this key and the lock mechanism should function properly, allowing us access into the pub."
"Just open the door."
And so Razor did.

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: Hi Razor.
Razor: What the... You're not supposed to be here yet!!!
MT11: It seems time is fractured and everything is mixed up.
Osmose: *Walks in* Well HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWDY!!!

[Drace]

Drace: Ok, now how do we now who MT11 is and who Osmose is?
MT11: Well, I'm a moose....
Osmose: And I'm a black mage. Who likes mooses.
Drace: Very confusing...... How about a test by your mothers.
*Osmose's and MT11's mothers walks in*
Drace: Ok, mothers, you can identifie your child the best so..... *kicks them between the legs*
Osmose and MT11: O_O!!!!!!
Drace: Hmmmm.... Ok, I know now *points at Razor* that's MT11 and *points at Red* that's Osmose and *points at White* that's Matt Damon.
All: Drace, your a moron.
Drace: Thanks for the compliment. *gets attack by MT11's and Osmose mothers with sticks and bags*

[Dragonium]

Dragonium: Ladies, ladies, let's settle this with a bit of dignity!

*Hands Osmose's and MT11's mothers a bucket of custard each*

Dragonium: Now, would you like me to help you with those handbags...?

MT11's Mother: Gurr...

Dragonium: I'm going, I'm going... *Walks away very slowly*

[Moosetroop11]

Drace: That's odd, I feel like someone's breathing down my neck.
MT11's dad: *Taps Drace on shoulder*
Drace: 0_o
MT11's dad: *Crushes Drace*

[Weerd Thing]

*W££rd walks in*

W££rd: ...Whoa. Déjà  vu. Ladies, if you want to identify your boys, you will have to use a bit more, uh, passive methods...
MT11: Heck with it! Get out, Mom!
*the moms both get out*
W££rd: Now, Razor, I would like to have a Sprite 11. Make-it-fast.

W££rd

[Drace]

Drace: *gets thrown against the wall* Can someone please help me with that little moose probem? *Get's attacked by MT11's dad*

[Razor]

Drace: *on chandellier* Hellp!
Mt11's dad: ROAR!
Razor: *rips out Weerd's soul and puts it into a glass* there's your Sprite 11.
Weerd: Thanks, old chum. Mmm, tastes better than ever.