Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Raises a glass to the new age rating system, Now if only they could come up with a system to screen for IQ and rudeness

Do not move! I am after the one who pickles eggs!

Hah! You'll never get the secret recipe out of me! Never, I say!
*flings pickled egg into fire and disappears in a puff of spicy purple smoke*

Yummy, purple smoke and burnt pickled eggs!

Oh, pathetic. *Leaps into fire after psimagus and then emerges a few seconds later holding him by the throat* I have come for...Your brain!

Aaah, only my brain! Well that's a relief - though there is a bit of a problem there. I finished uploading myself on to the Net months ago *opens flip-top head* As you can see there's only the Cyberdyne WAP-Head interface and a few obsolete auxilliary units left in the wetware. Though the free cranial capacity does make a handy place to pack a picnic.
Fancy a cheese straw?

*eats some pickled eggs*

*Inches up to a pickled egg and sniffs it suspiciously* Hmmmmm...do I dare...*takes a bite*..Plegh! Catooey! That is by far the...MOST DELICIOUS THING IVE EVER TASTED!

*eggs on pickled bar denizens*

*throws pickled eggs*

Very well then. *Downloads psimagus' brain into his own hardrive* I bid you all farewell.*quietly* That was easy...

hehe! Too easy. Brother Ignatius is going to be mad as hell when he wakes up in that thing!