h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good idea! Coely can light the way for us... it seems to have gone rather dark now! Phoebus should be rising soon though... then we can move onto the treasury!
shazzPRME

*Coely leads the way for the armed band of rebels. They arrive at the wobbly dome to find the imprisoned cops still in their watery jail, guarded by the deputized life guards. They proceed to the bar where they liberate all the bottles on the shelves. They decide to play a few tunes on the jukebox, while they relax with a couple of drinks. Alicat loads the animated fruit into a sack, thinking it may come in handy, somehow. She also packs some straws for Coely.*

*Begins shooting the tops off beer bottles along the wall just for fun and to see the foam leap out.*

You know, Bluebottle would LOVE this place!

I've always wanted to do this......I've been told that it's a sure way to start a bar-brawl...

*picks up stool.........and hurls it at mirror behind bar*

!!!SMASH!!!!..............tinkle tinkle....

WHO WANTS SOME!!!!!

~stands next to the Baron with a grin on his face~

I like your idea. Can I throw/slide/whatever the word is() somebody over the table all the way to the end then?

In that case, can I do the swing-door trick?
shazzPRME

And I can cut the handy rope that is holding up the massive chandelier, so it will crash down on all the bad guys who are also conveniently huddled beneath it.

LOL. I like the way this is going. *alicat lines up 50 shot glasses and fills them expertly, without spilling a drop.* Tequila for everyone. Even you local varmints cowering in the corner. Don't think we can't see you over there.

*grabs a couple of shots and positions herself by the swing doors waiting for a likely victim to walk in... I wonder who it will be?
shazzPRME

*alicat waits behind the bar, grinning with anticipation. Who will it be? *

*Throws back 3 (or 4) shots of the tequila. Licks her thumb and polishes the sights on her machine pistol.*

I'm ready.

*Opens new bottle of tequila and inserts a vey long, bendy straw.* Here you go, Coely.

*Empties a particularly vulger smelling bottle of rotgut dow his gullet* BRAAAAAAP!.........Hic...........*swaggers out to middle of floor...*

So this is hic what it feels like to be John Wayne.....

*puts up his Dukes*

*sips the tequila and shines headlights full beam at the door so as to dazzle anyone who enters*

*Wowbagger walks in through the swinging doors not knowing what may happen next.*

Added note: I also entererd not unlike Dean Martin in 'Rio Grande'. ie already drunk but singing a song so mellow all the ladies swoon.
dooooo be dooo be doooooooooooooooooooooo

*Oblivious to the drunken crooning, shazz springs into action pushing the swinging door very hard and catching Wowbagger right where Dean Martin suddenly changes into Jeanette MacDonald. She scurries out through the other door and pushes the original door hard inwards so that Wowbagger is propelled into the centre of the room, just stopping 2"s from BBS's fists!*
shazzPRME

eeeeeek!
*ahem* *um* *tries to go back to Dean Martin's crooning mode but sounds suspiciously like Peter Brady from The Brady Bunch Movie. Eventually succeeds, regaining the composure of a devil may care drunkard *

Doobee doo wahhh scoo scoo be doobeee ba bahhhh.

Why hello there everybody. And what lovely guns you all have. Barkeep I'll have ten fingers of your finest whiskey. And for my second glass I'll have....

*shazz re-enters the bar and sees the victim of her prank*
Oh my goodness! I am soooooooooo sorry Wowbagger! Maybe it wasn't a good idea to do that crooning! Now... where did I put my shot glass?
Marie Rae... hold off on the chandelier... it's Wowbagger
shazzPRME

Hey... nice pleasuredome you guys have taken over. Can I join in the fun? I regularly pass out and resurface a week or two later but...

I don't need any armour or guns as, being a Dean Martin Clone - I'm virtually indestructable - until the alcohol kills me of course

*demonstrates destructive power by singing Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime - empty bottles of booze shatter and disintegrate. All the massage ladies swoon*