Eternally Tainted Bloody Bar

The endless supply of pillows apparently.

I couldn't breathe in there! HOW AM I ALIVE?!?

So my magic defib IS down there then! *starts rumaging again*

o_o;

Good luck finding it. Hmm...I wonder if my candy stash is down there too?

All I saw was blackness...blackness and soft, feathery down... *shudder*

*Shoves Fantastico back into the pillows*

Back into blackness! Feel your fluffy doom!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *Vworps back into pillows*

*Covers pillows with hot glue to seal Fantastico in his feathery grave*

*Walks through front door* I was gone for 20 years and also what's up, everybody?

How were the pillows?

Comfy, cozy, eldritch abominations, fluffy, you know, the usual.

Funny...

*Rips off face to reveal it's Fantastico's*

I was gonna say the same thing.

My God... They're already here. *puts on sweet shades as helicopter busts through roof and action movie music start playing*

"oh look, its the ghost busters!"

*enters the Bar with blaster rounds soaring above my head, and returns fire* Die chakaar! *closes the door and looks around* Um...hi guys. *runs to the bar, dives behind it and looks for Irish Whiskey* YESSS!!! SHE HAS IT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

*calmly pours a glass and walks to table with glass and bottle, sitting down and takes his helmet off* Ah, Jameson Irish Whiskey. *takes a sip and leans back in my chair, putting my boots on the table and pulls out a cigar*

Moment ruined, I break yo table!

*Smashes table Kal was resting his feet on*

walks in among all of the corpses of fallen members. Well it's nice to see this place is lively once again

Dude! *catches the bottle of Jameson* Be careful, man. This is awesome stuff. *uses a chair to hold the bottle of Jameson and puts feet on another one, lighting the cigar* Have a glass and a seat, Capt'n. You too, Zack.

(busts out a bottle of Templeton Rye) don't mind if I do, but I prefer my home grown wiskey out of little Templeton, Iowa, Al Capone's favorite.

*Pops open a bottle of Smithwicks*

Aye and I need my brewski. I don't like hard liquor, I like a nice cold beer.

*points at Cap'n* WHERE'S MY WHISKEY, WENCH!?

Bitch, come here and get some. *kicks another seat out for nemo, pouring another glass of whiskey* I am partical to Irish Whiskey. It's potint, but smooth. *puts the glass of whiskey on the chair and puffs the cigar* So, my friends, what have I missed?

*bobs face over shot glass and tips backward* Aahhhhhh, taste o' home! Hic!

That is not how you're suppose to drink that, my friend. *drinks some of my glass*

*stumbles out of chair and wobbles to Venku* Ahh, the burn ain't so bad...okay! So...all six o' ya...cans I have another?...