Thans Fohun, dih I getanhy blah on my shirt?
Gus feels a mosquito land on his neck and swats it, but is surpised when he grabs a shovel.
He turns around to see a sheepish fortune standing there.
"Sorry, Gus. I was just kidding."
Ratzenhofer picks her up and throws her into the street where a passing carriage runs her over, decapitating her in the process.
Not too much, will you have some soup?
Quote:Aw, I needed that head!
Don't we all, fortune... don't we all.
Grabbing shovel, placing it beside me in booth, mashing some fries in white wine/mussel sauce, feeding panzade and fortune.
A hand appears around the edge of the booth, reaching for the mussels. <stabs neatly with fork>
"It'll be the shovel next, bub"
Fortune, sitting with her severed head under one arm, quietly plots revenge on ratzenhofer.
Ratzenhofer watches cautiously from a dark corner of the bar, realizing that a headless woman could cause problems.
Sauntering up casually to Gus' corner of the bar, Fortune holds out a hand as a gesture of peace.
"This brawling's gone on long enough, my friend," she says in dulcet tones as she leans comfortably against the bar, placing her now detatched head on the smooth counter-top.
Gus, slightly confused but as yet unsuspecting, grasps the hand offered.
Meanwhile, behind her back, fortune drops an entire packet of laxative into Gus' soup.
Bear orders two more red deaths and contemplate what he could do with that big hole in Fortunes neck.....
The bar quiets, as the brawlers contemplate their remaining options. No head, no teeth, no sense - which is worse?
ehBeth reaches into the capacious knapsack by her feet in the booth. After the amazing mussels and frites, and that third John Labatt's Classic, she has a craving that needs to be indulged.
ehBeth wrote:The bar quiets, as the brawlers contemplate their remaining options. No head, no teeth, no sense - which is worse?
ehBeth reaches into the capacious knapsack by her feet in the booth. After the amazing mussels and frites, and that third John Labatt's Classic, she has a craving that needs to be indulged.
Easy girl...how big does that thing get?
Errrrrrr, if you don't know, who should I ask?
Various roilings go on, very understandable to me. Still, we have the bar to maintain here...
Is the Virtual Pub still open? ;-)
They're all asleep in the red leatherette boothes, can't you hear the snoring?
well, as recently as now. :-)
Anyone up for Head Cheese? Don't knock it till you've tried it. In the meantime, help yourself to a mimosa, or some whiskey.
They are now awake :-)
yes, please <order it>
Ok someone has got to ask-What exactly is Head Cheese ?
And while I'm waiting some nice Armagnac in a large Balloon glass please my cuisiniere friend.
