Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Ahhhh, your wrong.

*i bring my legs up and put them around your neck. Your eventually gonna choke. I make sure that both of your arms are trapped by my legs. You can't move. Either submit or choke out. I'm fine with either*

How can your legs pin my arm if they are around my neck? That's not humanly possible. You forget I have blades in my shoes. *i bring my right foot up and drive a newly revealed 6 inch blade into your back. When you release me, I drive one into your chest too.* Now how bout that drink?

Yeah, I don't think so. I said I don't die.

I yank down and it throws your blade off digging into the ground an inch from my face.

Hey, hey, hey

Get off my drink tab!

ROUNDHOUSE KICK!



*i roundhouse kick you off of my drinking tab. The handcuffs don't hold because they know when to cave when I am involved.*

Come on sweetheart, show her who she's messing with!


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What? That didn't even make sense. Fine. Take this! * I grab my taser and hit you with it with enough juice to take down a bull.* Now will you stay down so I can drink? You won't win!You may not die but you have weaknesses that will take you down.

Anybody else wanna get in on the action?

Slowly get up and fix my jacket.

"thanks chuck. Get as many drinks as you would like"

A taser?

This is a FIST fight.
What are we playing, scrabble?

Blades in shoes, ehhh, I'll live.


A taser?



NOPE.

I wasn't cuffing you, I was cuffing Gordon. You dog ain't in this fight. Butt out. I don't care about your drink tab.

I don't have any weaknesses. I am gods exterminator. I cleared the zombie infested world of Quazar 37. That's millions of zombies. I can take care of one woman no problem. A taser would just tickle.

You WANT a roundhouse kick to the face?








I CAN COMPLY IF THAT IS WHAT YOU REALLY WANT.

Come on Dylan!



Whoooo!


Errrr, wait. Gordon Freeman!