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The giant explosion destroyed the remains of Planet, vaporizing it in an instance. The noble drinkers perished forever.
"Well that movie sucked!" said Captain Garland and changed the channel.
An island rised from the sea. Omnious volcano dominated the moonson jungle that covered it.
binTravkin awoke strapped to the table facing a fusion laser. As the laser beam slowly approached him, burning a flaming line on the table, binTravkin spoke: "Do you expect me to talk?
"No, mr Travkin, I expect you to pay." replied Illuminatus.
"Some of the customer never pay me their bills. And I need money. World domination isn't easy. Do you know the monthly cost of maintaining a base inside an active volcano?"
"But if you kill me now, I won't be able to pay you anything."
"Hmph. True enough. You are free to go around the bar."
binTravkin walked around the bar, keeping an eye on patrons.
He decided to start conversation with one of them.
"Hello. What are you doing here?"
"Just enjoying the environment. And who might you be?"
"I am Travkin, binTravkin."
"I am GeoModder, but they tend to call me The Man with the Golden Spam."
"Nice to meet you. Say, what do you know about the rest of the patrons?"
"Well there is this Ouro fellow. A killer with the soul of a child."
"What about him?" binTravkin pointed to the armed fellow in corner.
"Oh, he is completely Maniacal. Avoid him."
"Doesn't the owner complain?"
"No, he has Blink Displacer Beavers as bouncers. Besides that, he has certain supernatural powers."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"He isn't affected by the interceptor crash bug, after being crucified he respawns in three days, has superstrength and telekinesis."
"Do you know anything his plans?"
"No, but that fella, Method can tell you more about this."
"Thank you."
BinTravkin approached the silent fellow at the bar.
"Bartender, I want a xenomartini. Shaken, not stirred."
"Good taste." spoke Method.
"I am Travkin, binTravkin."
"Ewww! Did you see the doctor about that problem'"
"No, my name is binTravkin."
"My bad. I apologize for this."
"Say, do you know anything about plans of our host'"
"Clearly, I do. He plans to use his army of Blink Displacer Beavers to conquer Veeh-Latia." As Method spoke the last words he made a ssssh gesture.
"Eh? Why don't you dare to say Latvia? Is it.." Before binTravkin could finish his sentence, loud and maniacal laughter stopped him: FIRST LATVIA, AND THEN THE WORLD! MUAHAHAHAHA!
"I see."
"Our host is a lunatic bent on world domination. But he is in desperate need for money."
"Yes, I guess not a lot of people wants to visit an active volcano."
"On the bright side, all drinks are extraordinary cheap."
"Yeah, I know that. The host wanted me to pay my bill but I didn't."
"Neither has one of us. As long as we are his only source of money, he'll have to accomodate us."
"Didn't he try to find alternative sources of revenue?"
"He did, but Drogue and Maniac tend to sabotage additional endeavours."
"I know who is Maniac, but who is Drogue?"
"You see that man, petting a gorilla in his lap'"
"Oh yes. Why a gorilla?"
"Beats me. But I admire his strenght. Others would crack under such pressure."
"Yes, care for pets is a pressing matter."
BinTravkin finished his xenomartini and approached the man on the other side of the bar.
"Hello my name is Travkin. BinTravkin."
"And my name is Kal-El of Krypton. Eh no. I am Hercules."
"Why the eyepatch?"
"Tried to escape the island. One of the Blink Displacer Beavers gnaw my eye off."
"That is terrible!"
"No worry. A week in the Nanohospital and I will be okay. Why don't you try to introduce yourself to my friend sleeping on the table."
"Hello, I am Travkin, BinTravkin."
Man raised his head, removed spider webs from his face and spoke:
"Hello, I am At, ItsAt, WhereItsAt, MrWhereItsAt."
"How childish of you Hercules." said BinTravkin.
Hercules snickered.
BinTravkin walked to Maniac. The man was armed with every weapon imaginable.
"Hello, my name is.."
"Arghh! I am tired of this joke! Let's skip directly to the end of our dialogue!" interrupted Maniac.
A moment of silence lasted as both men turned pages in their scripts.
"Will you help me stop him then?"
"No, I've already tried that. He is too poweful for any of us. You need outside help."
"Has anyone successfully escaped from this island'
"No, even Drogue and I tried several times and failed every time."
"What is the name of this island anyway?"
"I think it is called the Llama Island."
The Isle of Doom! - a dark voice shouted, and everyone frooze in their chairs.
"Eh, he is right, the Isle of Doom." Maniac corrected himself, a prepared an Impact Rifle to defend himself from Blink Displacer Beaver attack.
As binTravkin returned to his quarters, he thought to himself "No one escaped? Than I will be the first. But after I get rid of this hangover."
"Well that movie sucked!" said Captain Garland and changed the channel.
An island rised from the sea. Omnious volcano dominated the moonson jungle that covered it.
binTravkin awoke strapped to the table facing a fusion laser. As the laser beam slowly approached him, burning a flaming line on the table, binTravkin spoke: "Do you expect me to talk?
"No, mr Travkin, I expect you to pay." replied Illuminatus.
"Some of the customer never pay me their bills. And I need money. World domination isn't easy. Do you know the monthly cost of maintaining a base inside an active volcano?"
"But if you kill me now, I won't be able to pay you anything."
"Hmph. True enough. You are free to go around the bar."
binTravkin walked around the bar, keeping an eye on patrons.
He decided to start conversation with one of them.
"Hello. What are you doing here?"
"Just enjoying the environment. And who might you be?"
"I am Travkin, binTravkin."
"I am GeoModder, but they tend to call me The Man with the Golden Spam."
"Nice to meet you. Say, what do you know about the rest of the patrons?"
"Well there is this Ouro fellow. A killer with the soul of a child."
"What about him?" binTravkin pointed to the armed fellow in corner.
"Oh, he is completely Maniacal. Avoid him."
"Doesn't the owner complain?"
"No, he has Blink Displacer Beavers as bouncers. Besides that, he has certain supernatural powers."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"He isn't affected by the interceptor crash bug, after being crucified he respawns in three days, has superstrength and telekinesis."
"Do you know anything his plans?"
"No, but that fella, Method can tell you more about this."
"Thank you."
BinTravkin approached the silent fellow at the bar.
"Bartender, I want a xenomartini. Shaken, not stirred."
"Good taste." spoke Method.
"I am Travkin, binTravkin."
"Ewww! Did you see the doctor about that problem'"
"No, my name is binTravkin."
"My bad. I apologize for this."
"Say, do you know anything about plans of our host'"
"Clearly, I do. He plans to use his army of Blink Displacer Beavers to conquer Veeh-Latia." As Method spoke the last words he made a ssssh gesture.
"Eh? Why don't you dare to say Latvia? Is it.." Before binTravkin could finish his sentence, loud and maniacal laughter stopped him: FIRST LATVIA, AND THEN THE WORLD! MUAHAHAHAHA!
"I see."
"Our host is a lunatic bent on world domination. But he is in desperate need for money."
"Yes, I guess not a lot of people wants to visit an active volcano."
"On the bright side, all drinks are extraordinary cheap."
"Yeah, I know that. The host wanted me to pay my bill but I didn't."
"Neither has one of us. As long as we are his only source of money, he'll have to accomodate us."
"Didn't he try to find alternative sources of revenue?"
"He did, but Drogue and Maniac tend to sabotage additional endeavours."
"I know who is Maniac, but who is Drogue?"
"You see that man, petting a gorilla in his lap'"
"Oh yes. Why a gorilla?"
"Beats me. But I admire his strenght. Others would crack under such pressure."
"Yes, care for pets is a pressing matter."
BinTravkin finished his xenomartini and approached the man on the other side of the bar.
"Hello my name is Travkin. BinTravkin."
"And my name is Kal-El of Krypton. Eh no. I am Hercules."
"Why the eyepatch?"
"Tried to escape the island. One of the Blink Displacer Beavers gnaw my eye off."
"That is terrible!"
"No worry. A week in the Nanohospital and I will be okay. Why don't you try to introduce yourself to my friend sleeping on the table."
"Hello, I am Travkin, BinTravkin."
Man raised his head, removed spider webs from his face and spoke:
"Hello, I am At, ItsAt, WhereItsAt, MrWhereItsAt."
"How childish of you Hercules." said BinTravkin.
Hercules snickered.
BinTravkin walked to Maniac. The man was armed with every weapon imaginable.
"Hello, my name is.."
"Arghh! I am tired of this joke! Let's skip directly to the end of our dialogue!" interrupted Maniac.
A moment of silence lasted as both men turned pages in their scripts.
"Will you help me stop him then?"
"No, I've already tried that. He is too poweful for any of us. You need outside help."
"Has anyone successfully escaped from this island'
"No, even Drogue and I tried several times and failed every time."
"What is the name of this island anyway?"
"I think it is called the Llama Island."
The Isle of Doom! - a dark voice shouted, and everyone frooze in their chairs.
"Eh, he is right, the Isle of Doom." Maniac corrected himself, a prepared an Impact Rifle to defend himself from Blink Displacer Beaver attack.
As binTravkin returned to his quarters, he thought to himself "No one escaped? Than I will be the first. But after I get rid of this hangover."
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