The Bar Bouncer returns

[Oracius]

** Lifting one arm, Oracius began to scratch at his own underarm. His head swiveled some to look down at the Cizerack, frowning. Oracius wasn't in the mood for any hors d'oeuvres at the moment. **

[Lady Vader]

*LV looked at the feind... and looked up... and up... and up somemore... ah, there's his face*

*she wrinkled her nose*

oh my...

*she reached into her pocket and pulled out an entire tube of breath mints*

here... quick, take these, before you kill the lot of us in here just by breathing...

*she dropped the tube in his enormous... hand?... no, claw, and stepped back several times to stand at the other side*

[Ewok Teka]

::climbs back in through the broken window, his left arm hanging limp and bloodied... he was limping and wielding a long-bladed, still bloodied dagger::


Ohhh, nahno sannah boh...

[Iesis]

*Iesis comes in through the door, limping slightly, but licking her chops none the less*

*she goes to sit next to LV, and begins to lick her wound*

[Lady Vader]

*LV looked at Iesis, not worried about the wound... she would heal*

*then she looked at the Ewok*

personally, my little furry friend, I think you would have been happier with the cat...

*she smiled not too nicely*

[Nash Stolar]

:

[Shenraun]

*a ferocious roar is heard and this huge red scaled head comes crashing through the roof of the bar, snatches up the Ewok in it's gaping maw, and then disapears*

*Shenraun, now with his furry prize in his jaw, takes off, flying towards a small mountain in the distance*

*perhaps he'll find a dormant volcanoe there, his favorite place to reside*

[Force Master Hunter]

:: FMH gets out his mobile phone::

Tank, I need the cooking program. Hurry!

:: FMH hangs up and his eyes roll into the back of his head as the cooking program downloads.::

Lets go.

:: He goes outside, then with a huge leap, lands on a speeder bike and chases the dragon thing, sees where it lands.::

Tank, I need pans. Lots of Pans.

:: He takes aim as a piece of cookware comes to his hand.....::

FORCE FRYING PAN!


WHAM! WHAM! THWACK! BANG!! CRACK!! ZINGWOOP! BING!

:: The dragon cowers at the frying pan assualt, allowing FMH to grab the ewok and run back to the B&G with it in one piece::

"Your lucky dragon. I would have wedgied you, but I cant see you wearing undies!!!!!!::

[Shenraun]

*the large dragon blinked several times after the assault with several cook wares being tossed at him*

*he knew he should have put up his Force nullifying bubble in the presence of so many Force users*

*well, no matter, the Ewok was to scrawny anyways*

*Shenraun smiled as the human sped away with the very slobbered Ewok*

*he called after the human*

Hope you like your new sunroof atop the bar!

*laughing a deep gutteral laugh, he took off again in search of bigger game*