After shattering Trugati in the swimming race she suggested, pp towels off and walks into the main section of the bar.
"Rebel Manta, there's more than just an acid pit, look around! We've got every type of sports field in the galaxy!"
pp notices Desperado doing bartending and asks himself when he hired D. Ah well, pp needs a good bartender for when he's away. D gets the job. This reminds pp of what he was supposed to be doing a few minutes ago. He wipes the EMN of the rules and makes it so it reads, "Help Wanted" in 47 thousand languages.
After getting a soda (Remember kids, they're free) from D pp than thinks about it and decides to add some more on to the bar as Rebel Manta suggested. This bar is insanely huge, yet we don't use up half the room. He adds an airport and a stage. He hires some random band to play and hums along to a catchy tune.
That's when pp noticed a drink of something unfamiliar just sitting there on a table. He sits down and sips it thoughtfully as he flips through a cooking brochure... "The heck with it, I'll just buy the thing," pp says to himself. An hour later pp has 100 billion bluk freighters landed in front of the bar. pp gets everything unloaded into the storage room... "We won't be having anymore toenail problems," he says with a grin on his face. After tipping every single worker there to get them to go away, pp suddenly collapses to the ground. "Shouldn't have drinken that... that..." pp mutters under his breath before fainting.
Edit: Before I forget, new rule:
4. No double-posting
*. No creating new rules unless I saw so or unless you're... me
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(This message has been edited by phantompenguin (edited 01-11-2003).)