funkundie the ogryn was in dire need of a gallon or two of beer, so he'd wandered into the bar to slake his thirst. the scene that greeted him was pure pandimonium, or would have been if he knew what that ment. it was certainly a bit lively. he stood looking at all the little people running around hitting each other for a while, turned around and went outside. he read the sign above the door.
"B", he said to himself,
"A", he continued,
"R" he finished. yep, definatly a bar not a war. "maybe dis is one o dem der sports bars" he wondered aloud, shrugged and went back in. his original problem, that of unslaked thirst, was still occupying the majority of his small brain so funkundie tip-toed through the brawl (in as much as an ogryn can tip-toe), trying very hard not to interfere with the game, and eventually made it to the counter, where he discovered the barkeep unconcious on the floor. "dammit" rumbled the ogryn, "how'm i gonna pay im ifn ees asleepin?" funkundie adopted a thoughtful experssion for about a minute or so, then a wide grin split his face. "ifn ees asleein when i gets me a beer, eel neva kno dat i owes im, wil ee?", so saying he lent over the counter and poured himself a drink.
at that point one of the fighters worked up the courage (suffered an attack of stupidity) to hit the hulking form of funkundie with with a chair. the ogryn turned and looked down at the little man, who had suddenly gone very pale, and smilled. "s'a funny lil game yous lil folk bin playin in ere, tell me, wot sides a'winnin?" the pale little man promptly fainted clean out. funkundie shrugged to himself again, took another swig of his drink and settled down to try to figure out the rules of the game, wondering if he might be allowed to play in the next round. |