Operation Mint Sauce, a Toast!

<SNIP>
"I don't think we need to act like sheep to get her
committed-she is obviously mental anyway! She has a
nurse piloting the ship!" Armer said.
<END SNIP>
"Actually, Armer has a point." said Dean, "She is obviously nuts, but, I
think that this sheep plan could work well. So, all for Operation Mint
Sauce?"
"Aye!" said the others,
"Well, that was decided easily enough, now, who fancies a pint?" said Armer,
eyeing Jay's fridge.
"How about Parrotts?" said Jay, edging to cover the fridge again.
"It's closed." said Keto.
"And? That's never stopped us before." said Dean, remembering many occasion
of him, L'ontar and Armer drinking in a "closed" pub.
"Ok, we can toast the operation there, move out guys!" shouted someone. "Oh,
whack Cerebrum on the head." said Alota on the way out, "wake him up."
"Nah... we can do better then that..." said Armer, mischeviously.
When Cerebrum woke up, he was tied to a bar table in Parrots, with his hand
in a bucket of water (yes, I thought you all know what this does to a
sleeping person, if you don't know, please e-mail and ask) and a small furry
sheep, which someone had spray painted green, sitting on his crotch. If that
wasn't enough, there was an increasingly inebriated crew milling about, with
only a few sober teetotallers up at the far end of the bar.
"Hey!" slurred Jay, "Lenin's here!"
Cerebrum tried to speak, but was interrupted by the announcement...
Dean "Rav... Rav.... damn, what's the word?" Thomas
<OOC: Yes, yes, but I haven't written a scene about parrotts for a month, I
had to do something!>
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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