:imi McEwan, proprietor of the Green Hell Beergarden Biosphereic Complex, listens to the comm as his stomach sinks::
(03-09-2013, 10:15 PM)The Banger Grim Wrote: Pull up your socks & grab your...beer mugs.
My name is Matthew Grim of the Gaian Circle. You are all cordially invited to participate in a humble little Green Hell pub crawl, on me.
What could possibly go wrong? Besides, when a new day dawns, it's always better to wake up regretting something you have done than something you haven't, yeah?
I'm en route to Islay now & will hammer out the particulars of the bill with management when I arrive this evening. Set your waypoints & prepare to live a little more than usual.
What say you? Are you our kinfolk or are you simply a walking hairy green puss with delusions of kinship?
::He attempts to call his uncle to yell at him a little, but all he gets is a voicemail: "Oi. this is Banger. I can't get to your call just now, but if you'd like to leave a message, I'd be happy to ignore it in the order received. Now if you could be so kind as to f*** off, I'd appreciate it."::
"S***!" Dimi mumbles angrily under his breath. "MEDICS!...GET OFF YER ASSES! COMPANY'S COMIN'!"