The Energon Pub

[Pariah]

http://www.seibertron.com/heavymetalwar ... n_id=18701

Quick! My repairer wants to score big xp off your asse..... *ahem*. I mean wishes to aid you in this upcoming mission.

Yes, thats it. They'll believe that.

[Tammuz]

give me 3 minutes and i'll send you a 10 end level 8

[Burn]

Sod off!

It's a Monday!

I'm at work!

.. I can't be bothered!

... ahhhh smeg it I was too late anyway.

[Tammuz]

it's a holiday in the UK today Burn.

just wanted to let you know that.

[Burn]

I have two weeks holidays in two weeks! So ner!
Oh the maturity is flowing today.

[Pariah]

1.6k xp..... not bad

It may be a holiday for normal people, but us poor schmucks in the catering industry have still got plenty of work to do today, Ah well, HiHo, Hiho.......

[Burn]

Catering industry you say?

I'll have a ham sandwhich please and JP will be wanting a pie.

[Jeep?]

God damn right I will.

[Pariah]

uh.... does anyone know what a guy would have to do to get his computer to work again after forcing a ham sandwich and a pie into a USB port?

This is purely hypothetical, you understand.

[Jeep?]

Silly moo, they go in the modem port.

[Pariah]

The modem port already had Sea Bass in it.

[Jeep?]

I could go for sea bass.

[Pariah]

I dont know..... It's been in there a while.

Im starting to think the internet doesnt work quite like i believed.

[Burn]

It's poorly run. LIKE YOUR CATERING SERVICE!

*dies from starvation*

[Tammuz]

OH MY GOD! you killed Burn.

YOU BASTARD!

[Burn]

AVENGE ME TAMMUZ!

[Jeep?]

I'd avenge you but I'm still waiting on pie.

[Tammuz]

Alas, poor Burn! I knew him, Jesus Prime: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my wench's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

[Jeep?]

Alas, poor Burn! I knew him, Jesus Prime: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my wench's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

What's that, my lord?

[Pariah]

Crikey.... This is turning into the most eloquent spam i've ever seen.

Of course, i'm sure the bard is spinning in his grave but still, i liked it

[Burn]

Alas, poor Burn! I knew him, Jesus Prime: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my wench's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

What's that, my lord?

He says "Pariah's Catering has failed, now get in the kitchen and bake me a pie wench!"

[Jeep?]

Way to break the chain, you philistine...

[Burn]

I prefer the term "uneducated bogan" thank you very much.

[Me, Grimlock!]

This is the funniest thread I've seen in a while. Why am I getting into it so late? Here's why. Burn didn't order me a BLT. Because why? Because he's a git. You heard me.

[Burn]

Pariah's Catering Service has an exclusive contract with the Decepticon Empire and does NOT serve Autobots!

Git.