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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 9:56:46 GMT -5
"It is if you like stories with unhappy endings and no moral, but it's a bit entertaining, so I'll tell it anyway. It was right after the big Christmas party--about half of this place was hung over, and most of the other half was asleep. A few guys like me who had had only one or two drinks had decided to stay up and keep watch, but I suppose we had gotten a little lax after a while with no breakins.
"Suddenly this huge horde of zeds breaks through the door, steamrolls over the 'cades and keeps going. Within about a minute the place was packed tighter than a mosh pit; you'd drop one zed and six more would take his place. Anyway, it got a little messy the way these things tend to, and afterward the few bastards lucky enough to get outta Dodge spent weeks tracking the rest of us down and stickin' us with needles.
"I was one of the unlucky ones that night. I brought three of 'em down before they finally got me, though, so I reckon I did pretty well in that fight.
"The funniest thing was that afterward, when everyone had gotten the place cleaned up and the 'cades back in place, ol' Barkeep discovered that all of his banana daquiris had gone missing while the rest of the stuff was untouched. There hasn't been a banana daquiri in this place since, due mostly to what you could call 'supply problems'--after all, where are you gonna find a banana tree in Malton?"
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