Ned's springfield cartel

[CM]

You ze french?

[Eerhardt]

No, zjust a bit boozed (I am not drunk... Burrp - Sscuse me)... I'll leave ze French accent to S.S. ** points CM to earlier posts by Beldin and Eerhardt demonstrating their skills in the Booze lingo **

[CM]

Ah i ze understood!

[Eerhardt]

** wakes up at the bottom of a huge pint for the fourth time by the noise of roaring engines outside ** What the ... ??? ** makes his way to the door and opens it to find 3 trucks in front of the tavern. One of the drivers addresses him with the question where he wants to have the palets ** Uhhmm,... just put them in the back, where you can find room and leave the rest outside - Now, if only Beldin would arrive, then we could get this second party started... - ** wonders how Ned, McBane and BS missed the first one and ventures a guess they were waiting for the truckloads of beer **

[Beldin]

**surfaces again from his horse -sized pint**

Hi all !

Get ready for the party, I'm just a little bit busy right now - I'm preparing something special for the milestone....just wait and see...


No worries,

**dives into new pint**

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[Eerhardt]

Allright, mate, bring it on! ** downs an Electric Shine Stinger in a toast to Beldin **

[Beldin]

OK, you can read it here.

**downs a glass of J.D.**


Cheers everyone !!

No worries,

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[Eerhardt]

Beware the dentures of Doom... . Let's party! There's 3 truckloads full of beer and I'll make sure there's enough electrified booze as well ** starts preparing some Electric Shine Stingers and Electrified Composite headbanger C0cktails ** Congrats on the 400, Beldin!

[Beldin]

**climbs out of his horse-sized pint**

Eerhardt - have you heard - Sleepy has threatened a new Thread-closing spree all over Sym - just because someone's bored... do you understand that ?

**takes two pints of E.C.H.C. and starts dual-drinkking again**

[Eerhardt]

I just read it, Beldin: the horror, the horror... this takes me back to BToN: the trauma, the trauma... ** quickly downs 5 pints of shine in a row ** What can we do? I think we should secure all the stuff in here first.
You do know why Sleep threatens to foreclose, don't you? No thread will be allowed to reach 48 topic pages, since that's what Goody made: it was started by Sleep and got to 48 pages, but was closed down because it was slowing down the board (up to the point where it allegedly crashed the board)

[Beldin]

OK, you start stacking the stuff, I'll get the truck...

**weaves his way to the suddenly THREE doors, decides to try the middle one , bumps his head, tries the next, succeeds and goes to the parking lot, fumbling with some keys**

[Eerhardt]

** gets the forklift and starts stacking the palets of beer in front of the door, ready to be loaded into Beldin's truck ** I'm with you, mate! Just back the truck up against the porch! - disclaimer: Beldin and Eerhardt cannot be held accountable for any damage to the tavern, due to Mr Sleep's threat to foreclose certain threads

[Beldin]

**backs a big black Mack truck with a white rubber duck on the hood through the doors (all "three" of them)**

**lowers the back of the truck**

Get going Eerhardt.....!

**downs another row of dual - pints**


EDIT: In case you're interested - it looks like this:
http://www.8ung.at/s.tina/images/rolling_thunder.jpg

[AbysmalNature]

You know I am beginning to think that Beldin and Eerhardt are kind of weird, of course considering this is coming from a complete weirdo himself that is not saying much, I mean I might actually think most sane people weird, oh well that is besides the point, which was, I don't know, but I think my brain is really fried.
No insult intended you two, weird is a compliment coming from me.

AN goes back into the back of the bar, little bits of drool dripping down his chin, he just had to have something stronger then this creepy electroshine, it seemed to be wearing of way to fast and he had to be drinking way to much of it.

Eying the many strange ingredients, settles on a green glowing mixture, with a queer radioactive symbol on it, now in his sober state, if ever there was such a state, which in AN's state might be just akin to a myth, he might have turned it down, but then again he was never one to believe in listening to directions, even when he was sober, which he dimly remembered from somewhere in his childhood.

It fairly oozed radioactivity, and if the electroshine had not already made him sterile, this strange brew would definitely finish the job. Oh well down the hatch, hiccup, mmmm not bad minty but with a hint of pine, why is all my hair falling off, and .....AN turns around and looks at his back lot more hair then usual, looks at his chest,mmm barechested cool, nothing else though. Mmmm wonders what happened feel good clear headed, and other then a strange propensity for carting of beautiful virgins while laughing insanely at the heros that try and rescue them, I feel okay.

AN tries to gulp down another drink, he drinks another, his heart begins to quicken with fear, and another and another, oh crap I can't get drunk, noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!

Next time in the adventures of AN the SLURRer, how will our hero deal with his newly gained sobriety, will he go insane and start indiscrimanantly killing people left and right, or will he gain a newfound confidence and actually get a life, girl, good job, family, or it could be just possibly, that he actually just finds a way to get drunk again, in any case stay tuned for next time in the marvelous, the zany, the eccentric adventures of AN the tragically drunk(now sober) SLURRer.

[Eerhardt]

@Beldin: Right on! ** starts loading the truck, meanwhile downing a series of Electric Shine Stingers lined up on the bar within reach of his right arm **
@AN: thanks for the compliment! Hope you either find a way to cope with sober life or to get incredibly drunk once more...