"you are already a part of my unit, spacewolf you idjut"
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"Fine!, Ruin my fun! See if my Obital 'Laser' and I care."
*Teleports to the Laser control room and fires a shot at Roadwolfs garage, with the setting on 'Ultra fine, Narrow beam' burns through the roof and burns off washingtons face off of a quarter lying on the floor.*
"Next time it's your Truck!!"
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(I glance at the watch on my chain and groan.)
Wolf: It's later and I have a job to go to in a few hours. Ya'll take it easy.
(After exchanging general salutaions, I glance at my mirror and vanishinto Dreamtime.)
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(I tromp in through the front door and, since I don't see anyone behind the counter, I jump over and plunder around behind it to find what I need to make a cup of espresso. While the machine runs, making a wholey satisfying noise, I lean agianst the counter and fume. When the coffee's done, I tap off a cup and place it on the counter. Then I vault back over, sit down and drink quiely, radiating profound irritation.)
Wolf: Grph!
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*Sits next to VanZandt, offers whiskey*
"Hey Van, you look like you could use a little 'additive', whats got your fur up the wrong way?"
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(I look at the little bitty espresso cup, reach in back of the counter for a mug, dump the espresso into the mug, and hold it out to Spacewolf for "additive")
Wolf: Razz-FRAzzin' van broke.
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*Spacewolf carefully measures out two shots of whiskey then pours the rest of the hip flask into the mug.*
"Drink up, you'll feel different in the morning.*
*grabs the two shots and downs them, straight.*
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Wolf: Don't worry. My liver burns this stuff off as fast as I drink it.
(I gulp some and appreciate the flavor, then an idea strikes me....)
Wolf: What was that?
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"Firewhiskey"
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Wolf: Ah, okay. 'sgood.
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(Much later, I lift my chain, look at my watch, and mutter)
Wolf: Van oughta be ready.
(I snag my mirror, look at it, and vanish.)
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*Locks onto VanZandt's signal and disappears reappearing outside werewolf customs car modification shop*
"Hey VanZandt!, when you said your van was out of action I had the guys here get it and 'Pimp it out', It now has Mag wheels 19" low profile tyres, all leather interior, custom stereo and a 'Moon Roof', it was then sent to Roadwolf's sprayshop for a kustom 'One of a kind' Paint job. What do ya think? Hello Earth to VanZandt?"
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*wanders into the cafe wearing a hat with corks swinging from strings around the brim*
(Not that many folks wear those in Sydney, but... )
*peers at the barista, the barista glowers back*
*slaps a slightly nibbled leather shoe on the counter*
I'll trade you a massive, no-holds-barred mocha for that baby!
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*looks at Montana*
"Heya Dundee, wassup?"
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*picks up a butter knife*
That ain't a kni... *smacks herself*
Man, I used to have alot of respect for Paul Hogan, then he went and plasticised himself, moved in with the hollywood chick and pretty much sold out. Bleh!
Sorry, sore point. I'm good! How bout you? ... and what's this about pimping out Wolf's van?
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*waves happily at Grey*
*leaps over the counter to a surprised squeal from the barista, knocking him over, smacks open the fridge door and rummages within for a few minutes before pulling out a six pack of Tooheys*
Now, I don't know that much about beer, but Tooheys and VB aren't supposed to be that bad. What's a good NZ variety?
*plonks them in front of Grey, then crashes down behind the counter as she accidently trips over the barista, trying to get back up* OW!
*jumps back up* You know, I dunno. But in the states we get Thanksgiving on top of that deal too.
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*grins and sips her mocha*
Mac's Gold... hmm. I've tried a few beers, and Strummer keeps making me try every beer he has, in the vain hope I'll find something I like. None of them do it for me, though the one that got the farthest was a little local 'Snow Ghost' up in Montana. Least, I think it was local.
My other bro in Ireland made me try a half pint Guiness with blackcurrent once, that was pretty good. But I think that was cheating.
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(I reappear in the same seat and toss back the, still hot, espresso and whiskey.)
Wolf: (Grumbling - I love time paradoxes) GrAPH! I put my RAZZ-frazzing' van in MY garage where they know what I want, and have to track it to SPACEWOLF's garage where they have kidnapped it and over HAULED the thing and forget about trying to be disrete any......excuse me, was I interrupting something?
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*laughs at Grey* Yeah I guess that's the upside for Strummer.
*jumps when Wolf pops back in* Gyah!
*raises eyebrow* What was wrong with the van? ... I mean, BEFORE spacewolf went nuts?
*pops some dark chocolate covered espresso beans*
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*poofs out of no where*
*pounces on Montana*
*poofs away*
MUHAHAHAHA!
*fades away*
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"ok guys , its seems that we have sum fans of australian beer, i have some favours too call in give me a sec"
jumps on mobile phone and starts barking orders
5 mins later a fleet of copters arrive with big crates under them
"here you go guys, i have brought us not a six pack, not a slab(24 cans)/case but 4 pallets each of the finest aussie brews this side of alice springs and its not like that thin muck you yanks drink, which is abit like making love in a canoe, (sorry for the language guys but this is how the joke goes) its f'ing close to water" a boom boom comes from the drumkit inside
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"Oh, by the way, VanZandt the paintjob can only be seen by a were or other supernatural creature, norms won't see a thing, in fact they won't even look twice at your van unless they are VERY strong willed. Nothin' to worry about."
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theroadwolf wrote:
not like that thin muck you yanks drink, which is abit like making love in a canoe, (sorry for the language guys but this is how the joke goes) its f'ing close to water" a boom boom comes from the drumkit inside
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