im feeling tired will you let me spike your drinlk and will you recharge my fusion reactor , my U-238 is running low and i need a "jumpstart" before i shutdown
do you have any U-238 in here barkeep
(barkeep are you here)?
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dont mess with a 50 foot mech made out of titanium
I think so. Goes into storeroom. A few minutes later returns with a heavy loader droid carrying loads of barrels. That's 100 scintak per barrel.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
ill take 5 barrels
pays 500 scintak for the barrel
and 100 scintak for the good service
im gonna put these in
(not in here with organics though)
flies out of the bar into space
puts in the U-238
flies back to the bar
Thanks Taeskor Cicion
i feel much better
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dont forget to remind me - U-238 is not good for organics 
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dont mess with a 50 foot mech made out of titanium
Call me Traek. Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes come out on stage and start swingin'.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
Talon ponders his new sig.
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This Vid is like my beast; extremely long, and best enjoyed with a moutful of nuts.
-Ali G.
(This message has been edited by Talon Karrde (edited 03-08-2001).)
Due to something I heard on the radio this morning, a new band will briefly take the place of the Modal Nodes. The Biths leave and Glenn Miller and his Orchestra walk in. They start up into "In the Mood." That song is number 11 in the top 20 songs of the 20th century.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
DF walks in and looks at all the action going on. The dustball rolls across the floor. The only real movement.
This place is still around, eh? Give be a Selonian Whiskey.
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Are you gonna tell him that's a boy cow?
Naw, he'll figure it out.
Hands him the drink. There you are, straight from Selonia and then a mixing process in Centerpoint station.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
(Psst, Cicion - Nerec is at Sol fighting Levt. Kick some UEC spooney!!!
Your personal race is BACK IN THE RPG!)
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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI
Pops open a bottle of shampain and salutes Slug. Thanks, pal. Your next five drinks are on the house.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
wakes up with a huge dink in his head
ok who hit me?
*checks him self for missing items , lets see : fusion bomb big enough to vaporize the universe , small humanoid-looking body (for those times when i have to be small) , and ..... a fusion pulse launcher.......
who took my main cannon?
im gonna have to expose everyone here to a fusion explosion if i dont get it back
does anyone have some sheet titanium?
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dont mess with a 50 foot mech made out of titanium
transfers his AI to his mini-body (which looks like tallgeese3 only 6 feet tall instead of 50) and puts his big body away
ok now that im small i can walk around alot easier
do you have a aud around , i want to hack its brain and make it be my slave
is that allowed in your bar
(if it is , he can be your assistant after he overhauls my big body)
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dont mess with a 50 foot mech made out of titanium
A young woman in a night garb walks in with a very tired look on her face. The bar is in a more subdued tone; an ambient noise of small clinkings and murmers vibrate through the room as she enters. After finding a comfortable spot, she plops herself on one of the bar stools, pulls out a PDA from her robe, and calls the bartender.
"Bartender?"
Cicion was busy talking with another customer but with little interest. He had noticed her since she came in, so when she called him, he quickly finished up with the other customer and promptly arrived.
"What can I do for you, miss?"
"Glass of milk please."
"What kind? Salian? Obish? Bazidanese? Gro-"
"Whatever. Just something smooth."
"Sure." He bends down and fills a glass from below the counter. Cicion then hands it to her and smiles. "There you go."
The glass sits there for quite some noticable time, untouched. Slowly, Cicion asks "I don't mean to pry, but is something on your mind?"
"No... not really... well... sort of... actually yes. Lots of things, in fact."
Cicion raises his eyebrows.
"Actually, could you make that coffee?" She asks.
Suddenly, the entire Pale PDF force jumps in.
They jump out.
Talon sits around, bored...that is, until he notices that the Pale Modified Strike Cruiser was towing something that looked very much like his ship...
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This Vid is a bit like my beast; extremely long, and best enjoyed with a mouthful of nuts.
-Ali G.
*realizes how close this is to reaching 1k posts
Anybody up for some sabacc?
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Are you gonna tell him that's a boy cow?
Naw, he'll figure it out.
Deals out to some shady charactor in the back of the bar
Yes!! Great hand
The randomizer quickly changes DF's lucky hand and he loses
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Are you gonna tell him that's a boy cow?
Naw, he'll figure it out.
DF plays anothe game with the shady person and loses half his money
"Two sallian brandys here. This guy is good" DF calls out
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Are you gonna tell him that's a boy cow?
Naw, he'll figure it out.
