Mos Eisley Cantina

[elvisnake]

Back from my weekend. Now to pack furiously  

[Darkened Angel]

Where's the rest of the legion? Come on guys, I can't conquer lands for the Empire without backup.  

[Sayla-girl]

Demon Orc Warrioress Nol, at the ready!  

[Darkened Angel]

I'm kinda surprised they even put me in the ranks for battle.

Eh, it probably means I owe a few lapdances after we win.  

[K-Blade]

Diversionary tactic are an essential cog in the machine of war.  

[Sayla-girl]

Cog?
Does anyone ever call them cogs anymore? Arent they just gears?
That way we can call them Gears of War.  

[K-Blade]

So I’m old skool.
Blame Spacely Space Sprockets and Cogswell Cogs.
rofl  

[Sayla-girl]

The Jetsons lied to us all.  

[Darkened Angel]

Yeah, and stupid as Hell.

I mean, treadmills on the outside of buildings above the clouds? What if someone fell?  

[Sayla-girl]

Given that George should have fallen off but instead gets whipped around the treadmill, I'm guessing that the treadmill emits some sort of...gravity...field.
I dunno.  

[Nelowulf]

*sigh*

So how is everyone's summer going? I've got a free room open if anyone cares to actually drop by.  

[K-Blade]

It's 2009! I want the flying car that was promised to the public way back in the fifties.  

[Sayla-girl]

The Mando in me demands a Jetpack.  

[K-Blade]

Well lucky you. That thing came out back in the sixties or something. 007 had one.

The smuggler in me demands a flying truck
pirate  

[Sol Walker]

The Smuggler in me just wants blasters, hotrod spaceships, and sexy alien women.

And in the name of Qart Hadasht, I will spill the blood of the Latin dogs! The seas will be stained red with the gore of every god forsaken son of Rome!