Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: csmith@onetouch.COM (Craig Smith)
Subject: Re: A big jerk, ALE ON ME!
Date: Fri, 15 May 92 20:21:44 GMT
Message-ID: <1992May15.202144.16020@onetouch.COM>
References: <1992May13.205608.55545@cc.usu.edu> <1992May13.214038.55547@cc.usu.edu>

sl7sg@cc.usu.edu writes:

>	Johnny Steel attempts to ignore this abomination next to him...
>unsuccessfully...

>> What kind of animal 
>> had those skins?  Names Nazz Te-Broot and what I say goes or I'll mash you
>> like the poor old fool outside.  Actually, I like those skins, give them to
>> me!  Hell, you have no weopons beside that little dinky crossbow-thingy that
>> probalbly couldn't scratch my to.  Give me all you have or else!"
>>                                                                 
>	Grinding his teeth Johnny's hand clenches over his pistol, with
>reflexes faster than any normal man would have, he drives the pistol into Nazz
>Te-Broot's crotch.  There is a flash followed by a loud explosion from the gun.
>	Nazz Te-Broot's face turn's stark white, his mouth works, unable to
>even speak because of the pain.  Blood pools around his boot.
>	Johnny Steel withdraw's his pistol, wipes off the blood, and sheaths it
>at his side.  He grins at Nazz, "Now I think that is more than a scratch, Eh?"
>	Noticing the rather large money pouch at his side Johnny aptly relieves
>Nazz of its weight, "I'm just shure you don't need this anymore...!"
>	Nazz peep's a reply, and crumples to the floor.  Johnny calls the
>barmaid, hefting up the heavy bag, "barkeep! Drinks on the house!  Courtesy of
>Johnny Steel and, er, Nazzie!"
>	
>	Johnny redirects his attentions to the bard, now that she is beginning
>again, "My beautiful Rowan, do you, by chance, know any Screaming Death Mothers
>From Hell.  Or perhaps the Crunching Frogs of Sex Puppies?"

His still-spinning sling twirling, Corky jaw drops at the display of magical
weaponry.  Coming back to his senses he catches the sling in mid-circle, 
puts the stone back in his pocket and begins adjusting the sling back up 
his sleeve.  "I had better mind my manners with this one," he thinks.