Barfight 2.0

strike me down and i will rise again. 1337er than you ....

*staggers backwards*

Thats not cricket.

*puts a tankard on each fist and flies at asmo but gets distracted by the flying smirnov bottle and goes after WMD instead*

VODKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
 
*finds a shotgun baseball bat under the bar and floors Fel as he passes*

HAH!

*ducks back behind the bar*
 
Bartender I demand a Virgin... Daquiri....
 
WEEGIE STYLE.

*Leaps over the bar and starts shanking Asmodeus in the neck with a broken bottle*

Anyone says anything about this being Freudian and YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT.
 
*Starts drinking the top shelf stuff with Orochi, brofists, breaks a bottle, and brandishes it at anyone who comes close*

I'll fight when I'm drunk and not a GODDAMN MOMENT SOONER!
 
*Breaks through the wall like the Kool-aid man behind Orochi and Chaos.*

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAAAAAAAAAAH!

*Grabs them and smacks their heads together like a couple of coconuts before diving across the room at Grumpy.*
 
Fel gets up and starts acting like a Soulless because he's on fire.

"Any of you sons of bitches want a hug?"
 
*WMD grabs a keg in each hand and brandishes them on those who approach him, by this stage he is wearing a beer helmet with two vodka bottles taped to each side*

FOTHERMUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS!
 
*starts throwing darts, 'accidentally' catching vay in the ass with one* (lolli dust covered darts!)

o__o

*grabs a vodka bottle out of wars hat as she runs for the exit*
 
*grabs the freezer out from under the bar and uses it for a shield while swinging the beer-fridge over his head and screaming out random Irish drinking songs in German catching sol with the fridge and sending him flying towards corvus*
 
*Crash tackles corvus and noms on her arm*

MY WODKA!
 
NUUU! MY VODKA NOW! FINDERS KEEPERS...IT WAS CALLING TO MEEEEE.

-Grabs asmo's 'man purse' from a near by tabletop and hits at war with it-
 
*Jumps on WMD from the bar and starts clubbing him round the head with a pool cue*

I'LL BE DOING THE CANNIBALISM ROUND HERE, THANK YOU.
 
*wmd Tears out grumpy's throat with hsi teeth whilst tryign to punch his hands through grumpy's stomach*

RIP AND TEAR! RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS!
 
-crawls towards exit while war is distracted-

Must get out…must get out.
 
*blocks the door with the beerfridge and swings corvus around wile a flail*

WHO WANTS A PEICE OF THIS?

WELL IT ALL MINE!