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0% |
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| Scumble on the rocks |
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25% |
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| Milk & cookies |
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32% |
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| Just pass the peanut bowl |
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30% |
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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:54 pm
yeh.
can someone tell fowl ol' ron (and his smell) to bugger off? hes been annoying me for the past hour or so...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 6:57 pm
Buggr'em... I TOLE'em, I did... millenium hand and shrimp... was that a sixpense I just saw?... Bugger'em, I TOLE'em... and another sixpence fer the smell... millenium hand AND shrimp...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:49 pm
Any scumble? I'd like a pint. For everyone here who wants to try some, the scumble is on me. Don't worry, its only made of apples...well, mostly apples....
So, anyone wants any? *looks around to see if any idiots actually take me up on the offer* *thinks* Spending money like this is worth it for the entertainment....
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 2:15 pm
*grins widely*
Well, so long as you're buyin'...you know, when I make it I add a little sprig of mint to the apples - well, MOSTLY apples - while it's brewin'. Gives it a pick-ant aftertaste.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 2:51 pm
The Shade takes no note that the Spring Cordial was left before him and then he was left alone; or the fact that not a single person save the few drunk mystically adept in the dark corners had even taken notice of his being in the bar. He had long grown accustom to such treatment, from the times that the star was still cooling off and the wars between mortal and god were on the bend. Down an invisible esophagus the alcohol vanished, wasps and all, leaving behind an empty glass.
The Reaper had to stop to search his pocket for change when the young woman's offer caught his attention. He rarely found human kindness on his work routes and when he did it always interested him a good deal. Out of habit that some one their mind wouldn't register a pint of Scumble was left before Death, his sickly thin fingers grasping the handle. Two pin holes concentrated on the woman for a minute, he raising the flagon to her whether she noticed or not. THANK YOU.
The infamous odor of Foul Ol' Ron wafted in a lazy fashion around the bar top, gagging those who weren't essientially dying from the Scumble. It got as far as the robed figure before it abruptly stopped and sloshed in a frightened fashion, as frightened as an odor could get, back to it's owner.
The flagon was tossed back and vanished like the Spring Cordial, the container making a gentle bang as it was placed back as it should be. Few could manage this, the powerful brand of Alcohol having most on the ground and one more so.....
A hand reached into the deep expanses of satin black, a spartan tan hourglass pulled free. Bone white hands brought it to azure eyes, the miniature stars watching the last grains drop. With a small thunderclap a scythe appeared in the Attractor's hand. It's hilt was of a gorgeous black mahogany, the blade a pale blue spectre of metal and light. The weapon exuded an aura of cutting, as if it was the epitome of sharpness. With a swift slash and a flash of blue the dead soul of Jeffery the Daredevil floated before Death, looking not the least surprised. The ghost shrugged as he began to fade. "Eh, in my line O' work, s**t happens."
The Reaper stashed the hourglass and life energy away into his robes, setting his scythe against the bar carefully. ANOTHER SPRING CORDIAL.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:22 pm
Thanks. The Watch should get free drinks anyway. *Takes a swig of scumble* You shee. You see, we *takes another drink* uphole, uphal, keep the law see?
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:33 pm
After taking a last drink of scumble, the watchwoman stumbled out muttering something about Klatchian coffee. A few minutes later she came running back, screaming. She almost tripped over herself to get back to her drink. With each gulp of scumble she seemed to calm down. "I'm never drinking coffee again!" she said vehemently.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:05 pm
((Hey, Shandathe, which Watchwoman are you? Or if you're just a random Watchwoman, what species?))
*watches everyone in amusement carefully not drinking any scumble herself* I can't believe there are so many idiots in the world....
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:08 pm
just how many mugs are one drink? i'll swig 5.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 2:58 pm
((I'm a random human Watchwoman.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:50 pm
( heh. buggerit! mullinum hand ((spelling)) and shrimp!)
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 9:33 pm
*grins appreciatively*
*takes a big gulp*
*swishes*
*swallows*
...
*tops off her mug with brandy*
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 3:39 pm
Going knurd was awful. No wonder Mr. Vimes is so angry all the time.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 10:25 pm
Yeah. He's sober all the time, except when he's drunk. But he always drinks too much. His body doesn't naturally produce any alcohol right? Not like everyone else. So I guess you could say he's on the verge of knurd all the time.
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