Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[custo'-benitez]

Custo' wanders in carrying a crate. No-one is in the bar, as seems to be the norm for the last few days. He dumps the box down on the bar counter. Even the bartender was missing.

'Where the hell is everyone?...' The silence pressed in. 'God, anyone would have thought you were all dead...' There was still no responce from the empty bar. Even the regular Cretian defence force pilots were absent from the scene. Custo' prized the lid off the crate. It contained ball after ball of tumble weed. Custo' began to grumble 'If no-ones going to bloody come in here, I'll make it at least feel deserted.' He leaned over the counter, poured himself a beer, downed it and proceeded to hurl tumble weed over the tavarn. Sure Custo' was enjoying the mindless messing up of the bar floor, but Jose the night-shift barman would probaly bar him/attempt to attack him when he turned up. Good times:P

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[center]The blood of the Hispania runs in my veins, the blood of my enemies shall wet my hands.
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