Sauceration Minty Opera

Who: Yes. That's right.
Where: Chrysler (*spits*) Quarters
When: Shortly after the drive-by skuttering
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-- SNIP --
"Hey, Cerebrum!" shouted Jay. "have a drink!"
-- END SNIP --
Keto, who had been sitting up one end of the bar and, against his better
judgement, getting drunk on the packets of dry roasted, looked up as Cerebrum
opened his mouth to reply.
"Whass tha' sound?" be asked. Everyone looked over, then turned to face the
door as the sound became more apparent.
A high-pitched whining noise, mixed with some electrical whirrs that sounded
somewhat panicked.
Parrott's was suddenly invaded by a golf cart, loaded with skutters,
travelling at a very fast speed indeed.
"It's a golf cart," observed Cerebrum levelly as he and everyone else dived
for cover, "So why is it travelling faster than walking speed?"
"'z a glof crat with skuttutterers," pointed out Armer, "Anythingsh
plaushible."
In actual fact, the skutters had decided that travelling at the heady speeds
of eight kilometres an hour wasn't enough. They were skutter gangsters, after
all. So they had..."adjusted" the golf cart.
Not, of course, that they had taken into consideration that skutters can't
move and/or react that fast at the best of times, and that driving wasn't their
strong point.
There was a sudden, solid crack as the 'glof crat' ran straight into the bar,
sending a long crack spreading down its length. This was followed by a myriad
of smashes as the bottles behind it wobbled on their shelves and fell, breaking.
"Nooooooo!" came the joint cry from Armer, Dean and Jay.
"Nooooooo!" came the cry from Keto as the peanuts were soaked.
"Nooooooo!" came the cry from Cerebrum as the skutter budget for the next year
lay in pieces over the floor.
"What's with the screami..." began Zodar, who chose that moment to walk in the
door and see several drunken people hiding behind tables, staring at the
wreckage of a golf cart, skutters and broken bottles.
"Sauceration Minty Opera soundsh good," said Keto firmly, if a little dazedly.
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OOC: I'm not dead yet, I'm still posting! Okay, so I'm posting destroying
Parrott's but, hey, it's happened several times before. One more time doesn't
matter, right?
...right?
...*hides*
Oh, and swimming 50 feet in 2 seconds, in the sea...hmm...a dolphin? *shrugs*