*cue signature tune "Enter Sandman" played in brass*
"Eeeeh Unleashed, we got a new boy. Look at I'm all green and hair. I think he's an ork yoo know, not that I'm predoodist but you Know they can be kind of slippery what do ya think to givin im a real Shady Pixels welcome ehh.
*produces a cattle prod from the back of his comfy chair and proffers it to UnleashedUponMankind.*
"Go on pal, you first!"
Orks? I like em, cute... and tasty (with a nice BBQ-sauce of course).
Well, well... we must to do something about the ambient noise, i still prefer it loud... deaf? No ,no, surely not. Not to mention today is the national day of Slayer.
I need my special massage-wingback here... seems i have to persuade (concuss?) some Knights for this lil job...
In fact, I am, Screw. This will be an upscale establishment, a sort of exclusive place where the semi-retirees can enjoy themselves. The new place will also be a restaurant, which will be sure to have good food!
Uh what.....*snort, cough* Me asleep during the day never!!
Mini bar you say, I'll have a pint o apple juice with a treble vodka.
Unleashed will have his usual whisky flavoured schnapps, in his pint stein.
Nah, i stay with whisky, schnapps was never my favourite... although, what the austrians called "Obstler" has something... depending on the fruit-base, of course.
Have yer pint Unleashed and go and relax in the iron maiden in the massage room, and listen to some..... "Iron Maiden"
Me I'm going seeing about my hip replacement, the one I got as the arcane handle on my sword has finally broke, and you can't always find a willing donor.
I've just seen one of those soft bellied, ratty 'obbits sneaking into the kitchen, I think I'll ave a word.
Tavern O.A.P style young whipper snapper.
*picks up walking staff and wanders over to kitchen door*
A bit o respect young robot, if you please, I'm a quadragenerian don't you know.
*enters kitchen with a murderous glint in his eye*
Sorry I don't know what yer mean about ****ney I ain't a southerner( not that I am against them, I have a few southern friends).
I'm from oop north, this is ow I speak and this isn't a game it's a rest home for the over forties.
Ain't that right Unleashed...... Unleashed wake up your drooling in your whisky again.
Oh the pet therapy cat is here, come here little guy, want a tickle under the chin.... NO!!! not the eyeballs, down off my head now!!
*cat retreats grinning with a piece of ogre scalp hanging from teeth*
Ouch!!! where's me cattle prod ?
