"I know its spiced rum Cay, but licking it off my face in mixed company is a bit of a suprise. you know what
I've said about keeping that sort of thing out the public eye. Then again." ...
"Patrick, waste of good alcohol, surprised it made it this far. Normally gone straight down ya throat out of the
bottle. Is this a change in drinking habits ? Na, that was a flying pig I saw then." ...
"Anyway ... Seems we are having our livelyhoods threatened by yet another bunch of turkeys up in Kusari. So
Epsilons are now on full alert, and the heavies will be moved in as soon as we can. Expect help from the local
law enforcement and military." ...
"Met the new faction last night aswell.The 'Wild' ... Bloody wild, mad as hell more like. Give those boys a wide
berth wherever possible. Insane and very well armed. Not to be trifled with, if you are doing the Berlin run,
suggest fighter escorts are employed. Shields can be stripped in an instant." ...
"But to more pleasant things, drinks on me as usual. Less me ten percent ... Hah."
"Pete, clean up that flyin' suit will ya. Bad for the company image. Sophie can you grill, not fry his bacon, hes
a bit of a slob really, needs a napkin at all times ... Possibly a nappy, but we won't go there."
"Reginalds ? ... Pass me the universal translator someone please."
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
The green robot known as Kane walks in, apparently content with the world.
"Guten Tag, meine Freundin! Have I missed anythink?"
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
"Sorry Pete, should have looked in me old ocker slang tome. Nice to hear the crusty bits get changed once in
a while. Cleanliness is next to Godliness ... Or some old bollocks."
"On those Wild mothers, borrowed Winter's RavenC again and popped down to O-55 to check out the status of
the guard ships. Not my smartest move in a while."
"Those babies bite big time, got just two and had to beat a hasty retreat, with one or two bits smouldering
gently. Shan't be doing that again without backup in the future. The New Berlin variety are pussycats when
compared to that shower. Off limits to anyone with a little sanity left."
"Insurance, Rum and sexual abuse ? Sorry I will not have anymore insurance talk in here now.
And Kane, can you please keep Dogzard on a shorter and slightly stronger leash this time. Errr nice to see you
once more, something imflammable perhaps ?"
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"Yes, these new 'Wild' pilots, little buggers these ones are. Enjoying sitting around my escourt areas. Downt right annoying it is. 7 of 'em ambushed me while escourten'. Did major damage to my Raven Claw. A little low on cash though."
"Hmm. Guess ill be hacking Hood's bank account again."
"OYI! You heard none of that you hear! No wait, you never heard that either! No wha....
"Well, I suppose if it is tradition, I could have a little..."
Looking around at the assembled pilots
"Say, as it is my first night, will you pay for my drinks Derek?"
At the confirming nod, a small, neat smile spreads across Izaak's face
"Well," he says, pulling out his favorite beer hat, "I suppose that if you really want me to, I'll have a double 'Effing Server and fill this up, will you?"
Izaak passes the beer hat across the bar, and slams back his first 'Effing Server, with little effect.
"I do say, Derek, whats the matter? You like like someone's punched you in the gut..."
As the beer hat is filled, and refilled, Izaak continues to swig 'Effing Servers like water. As raucous laughter fills the bar, there is only one sad face, that of Derek, as he contemplates the bill to come...
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
"Oyi! Izaak calm down on the beer. I don't want to have to hack Jay's bank account again. He put new security on it last time I did it."
Izaak continues to drink and drink. But then the bartender cuts them both off
Bartender: "Who is paying for this"
Derek: "Put it on my tab."
Bartender: "Your name sir?"
Sophie turns and looks at Derek.
"Don't be a dickhead, you've about as much chance to slip that lot on Jays bill, as I have growing a *****.
Now cough up the creds, or I'll be suggesting to him that you get a little ban from this establishment."
"Izaak, hope you'll be able to walk after that lot, the cleaners take awful exception to people littering their
area when they are trying to work first thing in the morning. I have heard some terrible stories about parts
of people's anatomy, and a tube of cyano-acrylate. Go look it up."
"Now if there is nothing else, I have some work and a bar to attend to." ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
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