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"Can we get a Callidus in here please? Maybe one that can make herself look exactly like Princess Leia? And can we have that costume Mr Fett?" said a slightly dumbfounded Ghazghull Thraka

'Nope' engineer said.

Then the man in the back said "Everyone Attack" and it turned into a barroom blitz.

Chairs were flying, glasses and bottles were being used as make shift weapons, grots were exposing themselves to passers by, and a Howling Banshee was swinging from the chandelier...

The bar tender narrowly ducked out of the way of a thrown axe, embedding itself in the wall behind him, haft quivering with the force of the hit. With that, the bar tender said "sod this", bends down under his beer pumps and pulls out....

The remote control for his sentry guns, which were strategically mounted around the room.

"DON'T NOBODY MOVE!" he shouts, his voice amplified by a throat mic in his collar.

"That's it" he says, looking around sharply as the Banshee drops from the ceiling. "You bloody idiots have destroyed everything I have. Leave 50 credits each on the bar and get the WARP out of here! Anyone thinking they can slink off without paying, my sentries will know".

"Bloody sods", he thinks, "I guess I'm off to become a Mercenary then, but where to start..."

Then, William Wallace took his bikinitop off.

That was the last straw. The barkeep smashed down on the fire button.......and nothing happened. Ducking behind the bar, he saw that the batteries had been stolen by an ugly grot chick who was using them to pleasure herself.

With a big 'ZOG OFF' the battaries exploded. William Wallace put his fingers in his eyes because he was so scared.