The Energon Pub

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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.

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

Sod off!

It's a Monday!

I'm at work!

.. I can't be bothered!

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

it's a holiday in the UK today Burn.

just wanted to let you know that.

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

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.......

Catering industry you say?

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

God damn right I will.

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.

Silly moo, they go in the modem port.

The modem port already had Sea Bass in it.

I could go for sea bass.

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

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

It's poorly run. LIKE YOUR CATERING SERVICE!

*dies from starvation*

OH MY GOD! you killed Burn.

YOU BASTARD!

AVENGE ME TAMMUZ!

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

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.

Tammuz wrote: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?

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

Jeep! wrote:

Tammuz wrote: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!"

Way to break the chain, you philistine...

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

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.

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

Git.