Smuggler Archive
Thread: |||| The Smuggler's Den ||||
baslisks wrote:
If you can guess how many weapons I need to fight a rancor. I'll buy you a drink.
just one.......your wits they are mean but not all 2 smart
You know, you would think jawa's would get the hint and stop coming around, but Noooooooo....lol
baslisks wrote:
All I need are my two fists right here.
*grabs jawa and pulls off an arm*
This place has great food.
*bites of a chunk of meat*
heres your drink.
*throws a couple cres to Dhorse*
baslisks wrote:
All I need are my two fists right here.
*grabs jawa and pulls off an arm*
This place has great food.
*bites of a chunk of meat*
heres your drink.
*throws a couple cres to Dhorse*
"yoBaslisks, come'on man, now I got to clean that up," shaking his head D'Horse said, "and I am really glad that Lady Ieota and you are not getting into a blood fest with each other boss. One is too beautiful, and the other is my boss, hate to drag either one of your corpse outa this place."
*Pour out 4 shot of VB and handed to Yimaz, Ieota, and Baslisks. "Damn the Empire.......hic...hic...Jawa should stay away from this place...hic...hic" He can feel the VB runninng through the vain in his head. Thinking to himself "this is some good SH*T VB, running really low now, damn gotta find that damn chef to get more of it"
baslisks wrote:
oh yeah Dhorse give me a loaf of bread and I'll clean it up.
*Throwing Baslisks a loaf of bread on his way out, D'Horse said "I am out to get more VB, and others stuffs. There are half a bottle of VB left under the bar, feel free boss and Lady Ieota, I'll be back"
Ariekb wrote:
Dropps 10K on the counter an evil grin on her face "double or nothing, how many weapons doI carry?"
*thinks to himself, better this group of ruff necksdoes not know all my secrets, Yim desides to let the hiden 4 weapons stay that way*
To Ariekb - "hmmmm.. first off that's only 10k and you lost the first bet so I need to see the other 10k on the table before I guess, but yes my lady you have a bet"
*Yim waits on the rest of the wager to apear and thinks to himself, Dhorse looks nerves*