Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*Walks in*

Uh oh...

*The air is heavy with salty tension. Shadows of vultures wheel and dive on the wall above the bar. The sharp smell of ozone from 0001's lasers gives an edge to the usual stench of cigar smoke. Mario's knuckles seem to glow white in the darkness.*

hmmmm...

*Turns and walks out*

So you're saying the tension is so thick (and salty) you could cut it with a knife?

*Takes a knife and cuts off a slice of tension and eats it*

Delicious! Everyone grab themselves a slice. We'll have the place calmed down in no time.

Dogh'd, I'm going to need a case of tequila and enough lemon wedges to go round. Gather round folks. Remember, first you eat a bite of tension, then you down your tequila and then suck the lemon. Last one standing . . . obviously wasn't playing hard enough.

lol

Everyone can cut themselves a slice of humour.

*noticing Mario stumbling out and a ball of fur resembling a dusty bunny with its tummy pointing up under the table* Is there any "tension" left??? Did I miss everything???

*cuts tension with a laser*

*Sneaks out while things are quiet*

*wonders about Mario's mentality and looks to the 'bot' she is supposed to bag*

*whispers to bluroses* Who ya gunna listen to, a guy with fists or a guy with lasers? *giggle*

When they are both within the proximity to harm me... the question is whether or not I survive with less damage if I pick the 'right' one. Either way... I will get hurt.
*sighs* I need a new job.

I can hear you guys whispering with my audio sensors. I don't want to hurt anybody -- just don't try to 'bag' me or start any trouble in here!

what if someone were to 'sack' you?