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*comes back with waffles*

these are seriously the best you have ever tasted in your entire life. They are so good you can even eat them plain.

*hands waffles to Hans and Stormcat*

I made extra so every one can try them

Oooo yeah.

Here is some syrup, butter, cinnamon and sugar too everyone.

*comes around to other side of bar and sits down at a table to eat*

Quote from "Turmobil" »

"...And that's how I got this crystal eye as well."
*Takes out a small bottle and drinks from it*
"Oh and that reminds me..."
*Takes out a cake*
"I baked it a few centuries ago but I forgot about it. It's made out of intestines and human despair."
"Now, who wants the first bite?

oooo Ill try some of yours would you like to try my waffles Turmobil?

*Thank you skynight for the best waffles ever.*

Steps out for a few minutes and comes back with a few cases of 40% ice bock

*Anyone wants to have some ice bock*

Takes 1 cold ice bock and drinks it

*considers the beehive*

"Stormy, why the hell didn't you tell me about this before?!"
"You know how much I love bees, and how much I love shit. Seems like a match made in heaven."

*drifts out the door, off to the beehive*

*Walks in looking hazard, and beat.

Storm, scotch until this day gets better. Then bring it until I pass out.

*looks down at Turm.

[sarcasm]Oh this day just keeps getting better by the minute.[/sarcasm]

Maybe if I rip a nice chili fart he'll move.

*let's one rip, it shakes the stool, the glasses on the bar, flies are falling out of the air dead.

Excuse me.

*smells it at table at opposite side of room*
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck?!"

"It's a figure of speech, keep your pants off... on... yeah."

I said excuse me! Man that one was rank! But boy I feel better.

Quote from "Nektu" »

*let's one rip, it shakes the stool, the glasses on the bar, flies are falling out of the air dead.

*walking half a mile away, heading for the tavern*

...What's that smell?

*sniff*

Holy motherfucking shit! AAWwWW!! AAAUGH! AAAHHH!

*collapses in the dirt, rain shower begins*

*lines up some scotch for Nektu*
*then he rips one out*

Ohhh dude, you melted the bar stool lining.

*takes one of the scotches and puts a gas pill in it*
*sets it back in line, moves it to be the next to drink*

*looks at Turm*
How can you not be affected by that, you were ground zero?

*strikes several matches*

Didn't know that stuff stank.

*digs up a few candles to help kill the smell*

*puts on a full-face respirator with organic filters*

ahh thats better.

Oh great now i cant eat or drink for a while.

*Meanwhile, down at the lakeside, 4-1/2 miles away.*
*Hears an echo of a fart, coming from the direction of the Tavern.*
Wow, that must of been one loud fart for me to hear it.

*Two hours, and a couple small trout and three perch later.*
What's that smell?
"... Ahh, its that damn fart creeping over here like fucking fog!"

*Lights a campfire.*
That's better.

*Ventures off manages to find Lt. Venom at camp fire 4 1/2 miles away*
*takes off full-faced respirator*

aaahhhhhhh noooooooo!

*coughs, wheezes*

*hurriedly puts full-face respirator back on this time with a small can of supplied air*

nooo!! All I wanted to do was to drink some water and eat this waffle!

*bangs head against tree*
hey ther Lt. Venum.

*Seeing Sky banging his head against a tree.*
"Hi Sky! The air is somewhat breathable over by me."
I should wait a couple hours before attempting to cook some food.

*drifts nearby Lt, in search of the beehive*
*sees him about to light a campfire*

"LT, FUCKING DON'T, YOU'LL KILL US ALL!!!"

*rushes over, swats the matches out of Lt's hands*

"THIS SHIT IS EXPLOSIVE!!"
*points to the fog*

"If you hadof lit that match, this entire region would have burst into flames."
"We just need to wait it out..."

"Also, before I go, may I ask you to catch me some halibut? I dunno if you can get them around here, but I'd pay you in sexual favors, or something."

*heads back on down the road, finds the beehive, sticks in hand, hilarity ensues*

*Pulls out another match and lights campfire a second time.*
Damn him and his misty ass. When I want fire, I get fire.

*fog continues creeping towards the campfire*

"Oh, the fool, he's doomed us all."

*noxious fog ignites, sending a wave of flame back towards the tavern*