Bar Fight! *throws beer mug*

Currently heating up some rancid oil in the bar's deep fryer.  I promise to sprinkle some salt on whoever I fry up immediately after removing you from the fryer because I've been told you'll taste better that way. 

Edited by Slartibartfast - November 16 2009 at 15:14

If salt loses its flavor, how can you make snail-like wombats salty?

Would you prefer honey marinated wombat?

Stop! You make me hungry.

I think the part with Conor Fynes was pretty interesting...

Did you know I've got 1992 posts, which is my year of birth? When I post this I will have 1993 posts.

After I powdered my nose in the toilet I play some Pink Floyd on my piano: Us And Them.

I start crooning, which I do quite well. Suddenly everyone bursts into tears and realize the madness of war in general, and bar fights in particular. Everyone puts on his cheesiest smile and we're being one happy family, united by the power of music, which is an universal language which breaks down barriers and turns aggression into love and understanding.

I mutter: if somebody gets to close to the piano I break his fingers.

No, you would just go into the minus. Back to the egg, so to say.

Ha, I saw the edit. Too late  , floydispink stumbles and falls and gets the lid on his nose. Floydispink will now be called floydsnoseisdeepred 

I smack Moogtron in the face with my handpalm.