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:Comm ID: Dimebag Darrell:
*Grins broadly into the camera* Howdy, folks! You thought you blew it up, you thought you killed all aboard, but boy do we have news! I present to you, the newly re-constructed, HELL'S GATE! Please, hold your applause til the end. Thats right, Hell's Gates back, and now it ain't just something for you Navy boys to shoot at. Now, we Cowboys from Hell have been robbin' decent folk for a while now. Shoot a trader here, ransom a Nav-welll....ex-Naval Admiral there. As a side note, we did not intend for him to go bonkers. *Twirls finger around side of head briefly* Guess he held all his marbles in the finger we cut off....our bad *Looks at the floor and shakes head briefly*. But I'm gettin side-tracked...uh...hang on. *Looks away from the camera* What was I talkin about?! Oh yeah,*Looks back at the camera* us good ol' boys have decided to enter in the black market of high-tech whatjimacallits, from makin' ships disappear, to do-hickeys that jump 'em to god only knows where, and everything in between. So if you're in the area, come on down to new Hell's Gate Scra-crap, wrong promo. Hang on, gotta change the cue cards. *Disappears behind the camera, loud ruckus erupts and the sound of glass breaking echoes* Clean up, Aisle Here or someone gets shot! *Reappears in the camera.* Come on down to Hell's Gate Equipment Enpo- Unpor.....now just wait a cotton pickin' minute, how in the Sam Hell do you expect me to read that word? Ah to hell with all of ya, COME ON DOWN!
Dimebag out.
All sales are final, no refunds. Loiters will be shot on sight, solicitors hung til dead and we got plenty of room to do it, so don't test us. Must be legal resident of the "Not Going to Shoot at us group" Void where Navy tend to be, Notice to female customers:Clothing optional.