Summary for NeS1 Post 825 will go here.
Post
NSP: Heh, great post Losien. Hilarious.
*In the bar, Mike and LT evil the writer, make to leave, as they had had their fill of beer and buffalo wings*
Bartender: Ye won't be leaving so quickly.
*The bartender and the other patrons take back out their guns large enough to stop small tanks*
Michael the Writer: Oh, that's right, we've got to pay a tip.
Bartender: Not so fast. Nobody is friends with Gebohq and lives.
Michael the writer: Do you have a personal thing against Geb or something?
Bartender: Yer smarter than ya look. But it always helps me too relax when I blow the snot out of one of his friends.
LT evil the writer: Why can't you just go to a nice spa to relieve you're stress instead...
Bartender: Ah, but where'd be the fun in that.
Lt evil the writer: One more question, before you attempt to annihilate us. Why didn't you kill us a couple of seconds ago?
Bartender: I didn't want to scare the lady.
Lt evil the writer: You're so considerate.
*The Barkeep and the other patrons cock their guns and aim at Mike and LT... and... then...*