The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

10000 Ants wrote:

*The one surviving ant continues putting every ant body in a coffin to keep the zombie ants contained*

*the soldier begin to shoot them*

Socianesia wrote:

*the soldier begin to shoot them*

Ugh. I am not cleaning that up.

Brocklandia wrote:

Ugh. I am not cleaning that up.

"alright are you the manager of this bar?" says the commander "we will gonna invastigate you"

Brocklandia wrote:

Ugh. I am not cleaning that up.

*The live ant speaks up*
"No need, I'll keep the zombo ants in the camp."

Alivingmotercycle wrote:

A full on motorcycle with a, ""driver"" just drives into the bar
(The driver is a mannequin in clothes)

You'll find our fuel options on pages 4,377 through 4,523 of the menu. May I recommend the blueberry-lemon high octane?

walks into the bar, looking slightly sleepy and probably hungover

Yeah, someone give me a jukebox marinated in orange jui-

falls to the ground

CSharpa wrote:

Yeah, someone give me a jukebox marinated in orange jui-
falls to the ground

Lemona wrote:

He’s dead.

Well, then, ze died doing what ze loved, ordering drinks that would kill hir.

And in a completely unrelated announcement, today's lunch special is the Sharp Cheddar Cheese Omlette, made with fresh CSharpa cheese. Order up!

Mmm I think I need some water

Lemona wrote:

Ooooo yum I want some!

Lemona wrote:

Mmm I think I need some water

Here you go: One order of the Sharp Cheddar Cheese Omlette, with the CSharpa cheese, and a glass of tap water. You poor, poor deluded fool.

Lemona wrote:

I think I’ve ingested too much salt

Yeah, the tap water will do that to you. That, plus mutating your DNA at a molecular level. You like extra forehead-tentacles, right?

I AM ALIVE AGAIN-

BAZINGA

*running laps around the bar*

Valkyrie Reborn wrote:

The Valkyrie Reborn's crew enters the bar and Captain Valentine Morrison orders for everyone:

"8 beers on tap, 2 Fleur d'Alaine French Champagne, 1 hard cider, 3 Irish Whiskeys, 1 Tsar vodka, 2 waters, and 1 mountain dew. Also an large order of Fried Pickles for the table. Thanks"

The table darkens as shadows slither over, the drink order rising up from the darkness before the patrons. The food falls from the ceiling with a splat.

Enjoy!

Zany Zanes wrote:

The table darkens as shadows slither over

Sheesh. You'd think the boss woulda fixed that lighting problem by now.

Brocklandia wrote:

Are those calls coming from inside or outside of your head? Send them to voicemail.

Outside. They're all calling for some dumb anomalous sun. Real bad for business.