Harry's Bar: Under New Management

[Captain Ice]

Cap'n Icy? shotgun? pirates don't use shotguns, this be a hand cannon!!

Hand it over, bub. Projectile weapons are not allowed in the bars in this town. They're to be checked with the local constabulary where they can be picked up when you leave. They can also be checked with the nearest constable, which last i checked, is me.

 

[Santaman]

*glare* first have T'Bonz hand over her disruptor, if you survive that then we'll see..

 

[Captain Ice]

She checked it in before entering the bar, bub. Now it's your turn.

 

[ancientone51]

Ancientone walks in and stands near the door. Thought I was dreaming. This joint is open again? I have a few minutes. Makes way to bar, Ill have a whiskey and sit a spell, if you don't mind. Is that bacon I smell?...

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Gimme a diablo sandwich and a large Dr. Pepper, and make it snappy 'cause I'm in a damn hurry!

(The drunker I get, the more I channel Jackie Gleason)

 

[T'Bonz]

She checked it in before entering the bar, bub. Now it's your turn.

HAHAHAHAHAHA...always carry a dummy weapon to give to a dummy cop!

There are enough weapons on my person, lloann'na veruul, to sustain a battle for days.

That's not including the potent Romulan ale that a Romulan always has in his or her possession. A bit of that sometimes does the job just as well as most weapons.

Rules are for suckers.

 

[sojourner]

Suckers! Get your all day suckers here! Hey, is that an enormous flying....

 

[Mary Ann]

Anyone for a game of cards? I'd suggest a game of strip poker, but I'm still on parole for what happened the last time I suggested it. So...canasta?

 

[Bob The Skutter]

Strip canasta?

 

[Mary Ann]

Ooh, that's a new one. Let me call me parole officer to double-check...

...erm, apparently even strip Go Fish is off the list for me. Sorry.

 

[Bob The Skutter]

What's the point then?

 

[Santaman]

*Stands next to T'Bonz and makes fun of Cap'n Icy.*

Indeed, the Romulan is right, rules? What rules? I'm a Pirate not a rat-eating-spine-like-a-pudding-weak-in-the-knees-son-of-a landlubber!

*spots long lost ammo for his baazooka* Ah!

 

[Captain Ice]

*Pulls out a bullwhip and, with three quick flicks of his wrist, snatches the shotgun, bazooka, and disruptor.*

Thank you for confirming their locations.

*saunters over to the bar and orders a drink*

 

[Santaman]

*pulls out sword and chops whip in many pieces of 5cm.*

Tsj tsk, you're getting old, new glasses needed?

Also, its "handcannon" not "shotgun" two entirely different things, might stay away from the booze there old man if you can't see the difference.

*proceeds to make coffee*

 

[Shanndee]

Anyone for a game of cards? I'd suggest a game of strip poker, but I'm still on parole for what happened the last time I suggested it. So...canasta?

I'm up for canasta...as long as it involves bacon!

 

[Mary Ann]

There's always bacon.

 

[RevdKathy]

*Pulls Monopoly board out from under the bar*

Strip Monopoly for the really serious gamblers. Bacon and single malt for everyone else. And please keep those weapons out of sight. You're scaring away newcomers.

 

[Bob The Skutter]

Single Malt Bacon? I'm not sure how I feel about this.

 

[Shanndee]

Don't knock it until you've tried it!

 

[Santaman]

Hmm, single malt? Aberlour A'bunadh!