The Energon Pub

Its time.
Its time
Its Nougat time!

Wait, no. I screwed that up. Time to see how many old farts still lurk around here who even know what this kind of thread's about.

(PW whistles) Hey randy!
Randy: (Randy comes out) Hey Psycho, long time no see.
Ready for a trip down memory lane?
Randy: I dunno. I can't take a beating like I used to.
You never could anyway. Now, onto the target like a good moron, i mean contestant.
Randy: Contestant? What's the prize?
A free trip to Albania!
*PW pulls a lever, catapult launches randy into the horizon*

With that, I now retreat to my rolling convince store atop 5 tank treads. What's the fifth one fore? none your business.

*PW feels a bump within the store*
Hm, maybe wasn't the best idea to take this thing on the road. crushed customers don't spend money.

*Climbs up on to the rolling convince store and uses a sniper rifle to shoot Randy in the spleen as he goes flying*
"So, where we going?"

TO VENGENCE!

Or at the very least a better place with a better customer base. the present ones are looking -CRUNCH- flat.
*PW opens the window on the side of his store*
I HAVE A DRIVE THROUGH! USE IT!

Now do you want to buy a slurpie or some cigarettes? Maybe a cigarette slurpie? I call it the tar-nado.