walks through the door and immediately ducks a flying ale bottle.
"I guess it must be true then....."
grabs a nearby empty chair and fires it back at the person who threw the bottle, then he grabs an upended table, uses it as a shield, and heads toward the bar to figure out who fired the gun. Spotting Santaman
in the crowd, he diverts toward him.
"Show me the shotgun. Now."
is now Captain Stoned
You are too straight to be a floral designer. - da Bunny
RIP Dad Apr 22, 1942 - Dec 2, 2011