The Beer Hunter - Part 1

'You know, that illegal liquid stuff... has the OH groups in..
distilled, fermented.. !' he struggled for words, the Aeron race had
abnned the word millena ago, and they had no word for alcohol now....
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**2 hours later**
Phil woke himself up...He head was a haze...What was the last thing he
rembered...oh yes...
"It is no use screaming oh voilent one....Not all of our race are eager to
help you and your kind...Ellucidated Brethen.."
"Ahh...and you are?" said Phil, his vision now starting to return as
well...And Why was he tied to a chair....?
"My name is Unc'le B'lgri'ia....the leader of the EBA...."
"EAB?"
"Feck off...No we're the EBA...Theres only one thing we cant stanad more
then aliens is the EAB....Bloody seperatists...Anyway...for your crime of
assaulting and killing one of us..."
"Nonesese...i only kicked him in the small feathers..."
"SILENCE"
"oooh me head" moaned Keats...who was also sitting down, being tied up
oppostite Phil...
Now his vision was starting to clear..Phil could see a LOT more creatures
nearby..Not too many...but enough..
"Anyway...for your crimes you will be punished...And we have svearl
punishmen here...the worst is being forced to drink a foul liquid that
destroys your higher brain fuctions and leaves you a dribbling idot with
the bladder capacity of a stunned tortoise..
"Yeah...Do your worst!" said Phil defianlty, safe in the knowledge that he
wont die for at least 300 years.
"oooh sir....i wish you hadnt said that..." moaned Ketas again..
"Our Worst eh? Very well...we shall work up to the posion...we shall start
with The betting game...You will brought dishes before you...you will eat
them...We will place bets on you..If you live though the hardships...then
we shall see...PLACE BETS NOW"
This last statemnt was towards the crowd in general. Betting slips and
cuurency markesr changed hands very quickly...
Then the betting stopped.
"BRING FORTH THE FIRST DISH..."
Keats and PHil's head was pulled back and held in place...a chanting beagan..
Then a Aeron brought forth two dishes...
"This is a most foul dish...it burns your mouth when you eat it...and your
bum the other end....It's called..."
Phil and Keats gulped at the thoughts of this punishement
"A CHICKEN MADRAS WITH NAAN BREAD!"
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