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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:08 pm
Ether? Either what? Either we have rum or we don't, bos'un! This may call for a bit o' pillaging....
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:10 pm
stare I am so going to burn Remy''s Depp DVDs.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:12 pm
A comely strumpet y'may be, m'lady, but y'r attitude won't score you narry a husband.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:13 pm
Ms Emma Frost stare I am so going to burn Remy''s Depp DVDs.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:13 pm
*remains blissfully passed out*
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:25 pm
Virgil Hawkins *remains blissfully passed out* *ignores Spider and begins to decorate Virgil with the flowers kept in the vases around the Bistro* blaugh
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 3:03 pm
*bursts Kato-like from drinks cabinet*
AH HA! Caught in the very act!
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 3:36 pm
Blast! Th' Constabulary!
*hops up on the bar*
Fortunately, I came prepared.
*flints a trail of gunpowder that snakes all over the bar....leading to the liquor cabinet....*
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 3:52 pm
.....ah.
*dives for cover behind table*
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 3:58 pm
*flips off behind the bar as the liquor cabinet EXPLODES!~ and catches a shockingly intact bottle of Captain Jack Morgan*
Savvy.
pirate
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 4:02 pm
*watches Jack drink the rum*
Oh, by the way, having noticed that rum is your favourite libation, I laced all the bottles with silver nitrate, one of the most powerful laxative known to SCIENCE! scream
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 4:10 pm
*stops drinking, and the rum starts dripping onto the floor*
Y're a hard man, Constable. A hard, hard man.
Now if y'll 'scuse me.....
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