Bubba In The Holey Lands ! ?!, Play away friends!

Phartripper glanced at Gilidorfus and could see he had the same reaction to what was unfolding in front of them....

I knew I should not trust this Jesdone from the begining!

Phartripper looked quickly around the room and noticed a large burly man sitting at the bar....

Ahh the captain I made arrangments with.....

Bah, you'll be fine. Pitty. I think a nice case of the rabies would have suited you just fine. Don't think I've forgotten your little double cross, you swine. Jim was never quite right after that. And I haven't seen him since the Northeast Swallow went missing, which you no doubt had a hand in.

Jesdone turned about and saw how miffed his company seemed to be at him. Right, the dog just outright and went for the man's throat, completely unprovoked. That's a liability. I don't care what kind of scum the fullow is. There was now distrust. Well, it's not like there was much to start with. Jes was regarded suspect the moment he stepped into the Etum ifu Gotum. Maybe it was the trench coat. Maybe it was the accent. Maybe these two didn't even trust their own mothers.

Jesdone gave one final hateful glare to Crabshack, and followed Phartripper over to the bar.

Phartripper turns and picks up Damd Dog and glares at the two who are making light of this poor creatures delema....

You bastards

...then heads towards the man at the bar.

Guilt starts to eat away at Jesdone, as he hears the quiet, quivering whine of the puppy. He reaches into one of his inside pockets and placed a medium sized crayon box on the table. He pulled out a spool of thread, a needle, and some gauze. I can sew, but one of you will have to do the honors. Sewing fabric is one thing. Flesh is another. He was turning green just thinking about it. Here, use some of this before you dress it. He handed Gilidorfus a half used tube of antiseptic salve.

I need a drink. He kept checking over his shoulder at Crabshack, making sure any move the man made was toward the door.

Gilidorfus accepted the tube of salve from Jesdone with a glare. Taking the dog from Phartripper's hands he eased him down onto a table. He squeezed a little of the cream into his hand. He knew that injured animals could become easily upset by sudden movements and unwanted physical contact, so he slowly offerd his hand to the dog for a sniff, as he quetly spoke to the dog. "Easy boy," he said, trying to comfort the dog, and gave him a scratch between the ears. When he was sure the animal wasn't going to take off his hand, he began to gently smooth the cream around and into the wound. He continued to talk quietly to the dog. "At least he had the descency to offer to help fix you up. But not to worry, little fella, he may know how to sew, but I am a surgeon, so I'll take care of you without his help. Seems to me he's done enough already." And Gilidorfus went about his work quietly, glaring occasionally at both the man who had caused the wound in the first place, as well as the one who was at the bar, guzzling a beer as though nothing had happened.

From across the room, the wretched Blarney Crabshack stood slowly and cleared his throat. A raspy, horrible sound filled the tavern and brought the boisterous laughter and talking to a dim silence. Just thought I'd let you gentlemen know that the Oxymorons are in town! The three blokes before him were frozen like stone; the poor Damd Dawg was weak, but anger was written on his face.

You fellas look like a sorry bunch! Look like the dog pissed on ya or somethin'... He laughed quietly under his breath, looked down, sniffed. He flashed a deadly stare at the young man with the soul patch, calmly sipping a draught. It was you, wasn't it? Pissed all over me? He approached Jesdone and pierced his eyes with his cold and deadly stare.

His furious expression relaxed into a snide smile. [/B]I know you...don't I?[B]

Phartripper watched as Gilidorfus went about helping the poor beast; he then turned his attention towards the burly fellow at the bar...

Captain Shlotglas, I know I am early but some unforseen things have happened, and we must part these shores sooner the we agreed...

In the back of his mind the words of the scoundrel that stabbed the dog played over and over...

The Oxymorons are here in town.... as if the events up to now did not tell me this!

(OOC = Out of character = Please let me play my own character. Damd Dawg is a big beast, not easily picked up and carried, and he's currently unconscious. As he's my character I'd appreciate the courtesy of being allowed to decide who to lick, who to bite, when to bark, when to whine or quiver, &c. Thanks. )

OOC (Oops! Sorry 'bout that! Just trying to help! )

A couple of blocks away, the Oxymorons had gathered to be adressed by their leader, General Direction.

Friends, Oxymorons, and countrymen, cried Gen. Direction, for too long now, these humans have made fun of our species! We, except for a few anal probes, have been generous toward Earth. But this time, taunting us by beaming "Men in Black II" to our home planet, Oxymoronica, was too much! We must eradicate them all!

OOC - No problem. It's still very early in the game I suspect.

(OOC) Maybe now is a good time for us all to define who and what we are in the Character thread for Bubba!

(OOC) Swanny you introduced the collar back on page five yourself....


"...When the good food human reached down for his collar it was more than Damd Dawg the fear turned to terror. He ....."

Gotcha. Right you are. Sorry, I'm afraid I confused myself.

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(OCC) No problem friend LOL!