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Oh well, if he's paying, I'll have another Greenyblue®©™ then. A toast to El what's-his-name. Hic!

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Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...

All of me and my associates order Dr Pepper.
[hey, I just finally got Baldur's Gate 2]

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Seen on a Claymore anitpersonell mine: "Do not eat"

Of course, old pal...er, pals. *Hands out the drinks and collects the dough. The bar shudders slightly as workers crawling along the outside in spacesuits attach reinforced plating to the walls.* Oh, I forgot to mention. In a few days the bar's going to break orbit around this asteroid and we're going to drift for a while through the rest of the asteroid field. We're reinforcing the sides because the bar's defense shields don't work all that well against rock.

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

Er, Hic (My, this is good stuff), may I ask why you're going for a lttle drift between the asteroids? Is it a tax avoidance (Hic) thing or something?

Anic manages to sip Dr Pepper's and Greenyblue®©™ simultaneously! Hic!

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Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...

Well, it's mainly for the view. To attract customers, I suppose. *The workers install two foor-thick transparent armor over the windows, and four-foot thick transparent armor over the large viewing windows.* This asteroid was chosed for the bar's location because it's at the edge of the field in a clear pocket, so it doesn't provide much of a view of the field.

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

Mike doesn't walk into the bar and doesn't order a DP and doesn't take out his 500MHz Titainium Powerbook G4 and doesn't start planning how to not conquer the galaxy.

`let's try that again

Mike does run into the door before coming in and steals a Cream Soda and pulls out his 210 GHz Quad Processor TriUlumiAmantium Powerbook G8 (with Mac OS XVII) and start's playing Unreal Tournament 5 Deathmatch with someone else in the bar over a T1 connection.

Mike's idiocy.

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What is sillier?
You, or the fact that I am OwnZing j00 at UT.

ph33r my 1337 DM skilz.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

*Spamo sets off the Automated Anti-1337 System, which blasts him into a pile of ashes. A molecular re-constructor then brings him back to normal.*

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

ouchie.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

[rolls a hundred-sided die]
[roll=83>82]
[YESS!!! I made my saving throw against productivity loss!!! Now if I can get POV to work again, I can finish my work on the new Jjaro ships]

Alacina looks out the window. "We're going to be hit by asteroids four times before we reach our new orbit."

Darkk 1 looks at her "I must beg to differ, m'lady, I only see three."

"The last one hits twice."

"Ahh, I see clearly now."

Cicion looks at Alacina. "You have psychic powers?"

"No, but I can predict the paths of asteroids, among other things. Darkk 1 is psychic, of course."

[Asteroid slams into bar station]

"One" Alacina calmly announces.

[The next asteroid hits a docking arm, causing the bar to spin violently]

"Two" [most everyone gets dizzy and disoriented]

[The last asteroid slams into the bar, bounces off, and is smacked by a docking arm, rather like a baseball.]

"There. Three and four."

[The bar achieves its new orbit, but it's still spinning quite wildly.]

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Seen on a Claymore anitpersonell mine: "Do not eat"

Mike walks in the bar but since it is spinning so violently he gets sucked back out into oblivion then gets hit by one of the asteroids and blood and guts splatter all over the bar windows.

"That Sucks," mutters one of the costomers in the bar then returns to his game of Predict-the-next-person-to-die-in-the-bar game.

(Yes, I know I was already in the bar butd don't get me started on that. Some of you may remember the last time that happened...)

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HaHAAA who's the first person on the 5th page?! Yeah, you know I rock!

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Yes.

Wait, no. Hmm... I wonder if I can do something with those random asteroids...
*Spamo punches a few buttons on his PDA. Outside, his ship's cannons rotate and lock onto one of the nearby icy asteroids. It fires, causing the rock and ice to erupt into a million tiny fragments. These tiny fragments catch the sunlight causing a tremendously beautiful light show.*

Tha's better.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

Heh. "Shoot the ice asteroids, but dodge the rocky ones." *The bar's guns open fire on nearby asteroids, pulverizing them. The stabilizers restore more or less the bar's stability. Cicion pours some more drinks, one of which gets punctured by a micrometeorite that slipped through the bar's plating. Cicion finds the spot and his droids patch it up. Meanwhile, he desposes of the glass and gets a new one.*

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

Lively though it is here, the rest of hte boards are seeming to dry up.

And y'know why? Because here, you can make a simple little post, for no real reason other than to doink around. Beats making a whole new topic. We all seem too intelligent for making useless/tiny topics.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

It does seem that way, doesn't it? Ah, well.

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

It's complacency.

Well, I can always start a topic about griping about mid-terms.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

Shrout1's battered Obish ship crwals through space, heading for 1 of the spinning docking arms. Well, just came through a little skirmish, not with the Sals, but with my parents. Darn absolute authority! Darn it all! Ugh. Well, sorry OV, looks like the Sals let you go, although it seems as though they performed some interesting tests on you. Wait a sec, you were like that before - just kidding! Anyhoo, the battered ship pulls up and aligns itself with one of the arms. After docking and counter thrusting the station's spin sufficiently enough to get into it without being flung into space, Shrout1 steps through the airlock and into the bar. He promplty regenerates Mike, and asks for a Greenyblue (My PopChar extension is off, so I can't do your copyrights, sorry). I don't know, I think maybe there should be a second version of it, called GreenBluey, I've been calling it that the whole time on accident.

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"You will find that your device is highly non-functional...." - Bad Guy
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Come visit the [url="http://"http://nova6.pautsch.com/forum/intro.lasso"]Nova6 Webboards[/url].

Thanks Shrout.

GreenyBlue©
There ya go!

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It's GreenyBlue, there's nothing else like it.

Kinda like Mtn. Dew.
You want to do something dangerous with your friends? Dare them to drink warm, flat diet Moutain dew. It's funny to watch thier facial expressions.

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"That was quick."
"Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."

I don't think it even needs to be flat - the stuff is that way already.

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"You will find that your device is highly non-functional...." - Bad Guy
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Come visit the [url="http://"http://nova6.pautsch.com/forum/intro.lasso"]Nova6 Webboards[/url].

And it has that flavor that defies flavor. Really odd. Is the taste based on any natural herb, or what?

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood

I use Code Red as a vomit-inducer.

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Seen on a Claymore anitpersonell mine: "Do not eat"

Anic breezes into the bar, feeling very wealthy all of a sudden.

"Is this bar drunk by any chance or is it my brain that's spinning out of control...?"
(The bar's blaster cannons begin strafing a colony ship that strayed too close to it. (They're bad spenders anyway...))

Ah yes, GreenyBlue¨©ª The Nectar of the Gods!
Keep on drinking guys. As I own the rights to the drink's production, I get 0.0005 Credits lodged in my bank account everytime somebody buys one, and 0.000005 credits each time the name is spoken by someone (No purchase necessary)! Soon I'll be the richest pilot hereabouts and I'll then be able to afford a new ship, bigger, better, faster, more powerful than before, you know the sort of thing. (Blast my eyesight, if I didn't see the decimal place when I signed the contracts. All those zeros looked soooo good!) It's been remarkably successful. Even the Sals have been buying the stuff.

Um, How's it going Barkeeper, business good? I'll have a GreenyBlue¨©ª please. I see you're continually varying the gimmicks to keep the customers comming back.
(Having blasted the hulk of the hapless colony ship into small fragments, the station's blaster cannons were now targeting and picking off the hundreds of escape pods that were streaming out in all directions...)

Erm Shrout1, what's the point in having your PopChar if it's switched off?! It's totally harmless...! Sips the Greeny bit off conversationally (We all know of course that the Blue is on top..., but then we all know that!)

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Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...

Well, as the drink's become such a hit, Anic, rip-offs will probably start to surface soon. I heard about something called "BlueyGreen" over at the edge of Human space. Oh, and if you want, a couple of Phylydion merchantmen just jumped into the system and are orbiting the bar. I could have them loaded up with GreenyBlue if you like. The Phylydion market could be quite profitable.

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"Parlez-vous jig jig, madam?"
"I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas."
- Under Milk Wood