Spaztic sat down in the seat, happy to finally have a little control from Foo's insane but quickly finished adventure. He relaxed in the seat, thinking about a place he might like to go. Suddenly everything began fading...

...Spaztic opened his eyes and found himself standing in a circular clearing in some trees. At his left Foo was jumping up and down widly waiting for the adventure to begin. "So this is all I get, eh?" said Spaztic. "What next?" Foo stood, looking at him impatiently. So, how did the adventure begin? What exactly did all of this entail?

"C'MON!" yelled Foo, "FOO WANTS ACTION!" the rabbit began jumping around punching the air widly. Spaztic was confused if he should wait for something to happen or if he should think it. Then he realized there wasn't much time to think at all. All of the sudden Foo stopped jumping around and his face shot straight upward, his eyes bulging and his jaw hanging.

Spaztic directed his attention towards the sky and nearly fell backwards. There was some beast, flying in the air. It looked like it could be a huge eagle, or a dragon, or maybe not even an animal. Perhaps some sort of ship? Whatever it was, it began lowering itself into the clearing. Foo turned around began running away wildly. Before Spaztic could yell for Foo to come back, the entity had landed and he could finally see what the object was. It was not an animal, indeed, but it was a large ship shaped like an eagle. A door in the side opened and out came a rabbit dressed in robes.

"Hail, friends" the rabbit said. "We knew you would be here. Please, step inside and we will take you to your mission." Spaztic shrugged...sounded good enough. Where they were going, the purpose, everything, was all still a mystery. And Spaztic knew he could stop the Pod at any time. Right?

*Page Claim for Friday*

Wrong! Mwahahahaha!

Suddenly, yet another hole was blown in the roof, and a human swings into the tavern. He promptly detached his cord... and landed in a huge vat of Tubelectric static shock vodka, the only drink that makes your hair stand on end while making you drunk.

Firefox scratched his head, grinning. "If only I had noticed THAT earlier. That looks like some fun stuff, eh Jack?"
"Yes. Funny. Ha." Jack was not pleased that Foo had dumped a whole bunch of Muckamok ale on him, and was wringing his long ears out in a vain attempt to rid his fur of the strong smell of the drink.
Firefox gave Jack a friendly punch to the shoulder. "C'mon, man, it's only ale. Not like you don't like the stuff."
However, Jack was not one to be mollified that easily. "Bug off, Firefox; I happen to have this tendency to want to look presentable." He shoved the Captain away, sending him backpedalling a few steps.
Firefox was clearly not impressed. "Oh really? Is that how we're going to play this out? Well, fine then!" He pushed Jack just hard enough to make him topple over onto his side.
Jack quickly got up, trying to save face, and charged at Firefox, teeth bared and fists cocked.

And so began...

THE BRAWL!

Everybody in the tavern soon started picking sides and cheering the two on, as they bit, clawed, punched, kicked, rolled, mangled, mutilated and bashed each other across the floor. Electrik had sided with FireFox, while Acid thought Jack Flash definiteley had the better chance. The two, in their argument about who would win THE BRAWL started their own brawl themselves! Other pairs in the tavern were doing the same, and it wasn't long until the tavern was a huge mass of fighting animals.



Hehehe... I like elevating things!

Between punches, Jack managed to gasp out, "Ducky's going to see this, and she's going to whack us all with a flaming trout, you realize that?"
"Very true," Firefox replied, as he sent another balled fist flying at Jack's forehead.

In the distance, Toxic could see the windows of the Tavern glowing in the twilight. Despite the ensuing darkness, he was making good time. He was just noting that his feet were getting tired, when pedalling became far easier. He stopped and looked down. Drat. His chain had broken. Well, it wasn't too far, he could always walk. He chained his bicycle to the railings outside a nearby hardware store, and set off.
As he neared the tavern, he could hear shouting and the sounds of breaking glass, furniture, and watermelons. He reached into his backpack and took out a shiny new video camera. Well, it was shiny, at least. He hadn't been able to afford a new one as nobody ever watched his channel.
Eventually he arrived at the tavern, just in time to see Acid flying through the window. Toxic started picking bits of glass out of his fur.
"S'rry" mumbled Acid, and hastily clambered back inside. Preferring to enter by the main entrance, Toxic decided to head for the front of the Tavern. He hit the "Record" button on his camera, and set off with it raised to his eye. As he rounded the corner, an horrific sight filled the viewfinder.

Ducky emerged from the wine cellars with a keg of malt beer for the Dwarf fanciers.

"Ow! What are you doing? Get out of my geraniums!" She stared wearily at the Brawling taverners, but outside a scream pierced the air. For a moment the fighting paused.
Toxic galloped in, his camera dangling from his paw.
"They've put up an office and apartment complex next door!"

A tankard of ale tipped over and streamed off the edge of the table into Jack*who is jack?*'s ear. The fighting continued.
"Come have a drink, Toxic. Carrot juice?"
"I think I need something stronger." He staggered onto a bar stool, eyes wide, as a rabbit flew past him, smashing into the wall. A few mugs fell off the shelf.
"Can you try and keep it down to a dull roar? And stay away from the cherry table!" Ducky irritabley banged a drink down.

Ironically, it was that moment one of the taverner's punches missed and snapped the cherry table in two. Ducky sighed, and then offered Toxic a drink. Toxic gulped half the glass down, then started to tell Ducky what he had seen.

"An office and apartment complex! They're setting it up right next door!"
"Whoa, slow down Toxic! Who's setting up this complex?"
"I'm not sure, but I don't like the looks of it. It looks like it's going to get bigger, and it's boxed in on all sides. I would guess any day they would be trying to bulldoze this tavern to get the land!"
Phish detatched himself from the mass of fighters, as he hadn't wanted to be in THE BRAWL in the first place.
"What are you saying about a complex?"
"Right next door! An apartment and office complex!"
"HEY!!! THAT'S RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF WHERE THE RACE TRACK WAS GOING TO BE!!!"
"It gets worse! From the looks of it, they're probably going to want to get rid of the Tavern to make room for more apartments!"
"This is bad. We have to-OOF!!!"
at that point, a wayward taverner flew out of the crowd and bowled over Phish, slamming both of them into the wall, then rolling back into the fight, taking Phish with them.
"HEY! Be a little more careful!" shouted Ducky over the noise.



BTW, Ducky, Jack is short for Jack Flash, 4I Falcon's character.

"..wait." said Ducky, a red light coming into her eyes. "My Cherry Table. The Cherry Table everyone was murdered at, and people played games at, and got almost buried, and taken off to another planet and back, but was never destroyed.. and you BROKE IT!"
Ducky's unexpected roar brought the fight to an unexpected halt. Taverners stopped short in mid punch, swing, or swallow to look fearfully at her very wrathful and impressive wrath, which was quite impressive and wrathful by now. Smoke was coming out of her ears, which were standing straight up, and the previously unassuming glass in her paw looked like a likely murder weapon. Yep, Ducky sure was attached to that Cherry Table.

Firefox gulped visibly. "And to think, I had been hoping it was just a flaming trout we would be whacked with..."

Fistfights ... yuck.
Sorry, 4I, no trout here ...

That's what I was afraid of...

OoC: It never fails... I always end up in a brawl every time I come here.
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Elias, who had been dragged into the fight due to a misplaced punch by Copper, looked up to notice Ducky's furious expression. Needless to say, he did NOT like what he saw. Smoke continued to blow from her ears, which now stood up so straight that they looked like they were ready to rip off of her head. It was clear that she was in a rage over the cherry table; she looked as if she was ready to kill all those involved.

"Hoo, boy. This doesn't look good," Elias thought to himself.

"All right... who broke my cherry table?! You've got three seconds to confess before I wreak havoc on all of you!"

"I know it wasn't me. I didn't even know you had a cherry table," Elias replied.

"IT WAS THE SAME TABLE YOU WERE JUST SITTING AT A FEW MOMENTS AGO, YOU NITWIT!!!"

Everybody's ears were now ringing due to the noise level of Ducky's roaring. By the time it subsided to a tolerable level, Ducky was making her way to the front of the bar, Admin Rod in one hand... and a flaming trout in another!"

"Speak now, and I may show mercy. Otherwise..."

Ducky spun both objects around for a few moments before assuming a ninja-like pose.

"You ALL get bashed by both!"
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Elias FF-- A rabbit who needs to come here more often....

Each and every one of the occupants of the Tavern gasped, gulped, or came dangerously close to passing out. Everyone who had previously been Whack!ed with the Admin Rod knew the enormous amount of pain that the Rod bestowed upon its target; the same went for everyone who had not been Whack!ed before. The rabbits looked to each other, then back to Ducky nervously.
In an atypical bout of bravery, Acid spoke up. "Um... Ducky..." he began, in a tiny voice.
Ducky whirled on him. "What?!!"
"Um... what would happen if... perchance... one of us did... happen to 'fess up?"
Ducky looked ready to fire off another rage-bound sentence, but then realized that she didn't have one ready. She rested her chin on her left hand, which was the one holding the Admin Rod. The trout was still afire, and she definitely was not partial to setting her face on fire. "Come to think of it, I don't know what would happen. But I can assure you that it would be really, really bad."
There was another mass gulp, and an ominous silence followed.

a cow passing outside decided to share his thoughts:

"Moooooo."

A venturous taverner piped up.

"The cow did it!"

Nobody listened to him, except for Ducky, who brandished her admin rod dangerously.

Jack looked out the window, forgetting himself. "We have cows outside?"
Ducky silenced him again with a dangerous glare, and an imitant swipe of the Admin Rod.

Copper raised her hands defensively. "Don't look at me. I wasn't even NEAR your table. Heck, I was on the other side of the room."
The other taverners moved uneasily ...

Ducky glanced back at the cherry table. The few unfortunate enough to be standing there tried to edge away. Except for one.
"PHISH, ARE YOU ADMITTING THAT YOU BROKE MY CHERRY TABLE?!?!?"
Phish jumped. "No, I'm not! I'm just trying to fix our problems!"
Ducky raised an eyebrow.
Phish continued. "In fact, I just finished. If everybody just lets the glue set, the cherry table will look as if it had never been broken. DID EVERYBODY HEAR ME? NOBODY IS TO TOUCH THE CHERRY TABLE!"
Ducky looked at Phish's work. It looked great. It looked just like Phish had said, as if it had never been broken. The only difference was there were a few clamps that would obviously be removed when the glue set.

Just then, an unlucky taverner tripped over another's foot and landed on the table, completely undoing Phish's hard work.

Ducky immediately began laying about with the Admin Rod, thwacking uncontrollably and sending unlucky 'Taverners flying across the Tavern. Ironically, the one who had actually broken the table a second time, which happened to be `N0 (fitting, considering Phish said that nobody is to touch the table), had made it off the warpath and escaped the Tavern before Ducky clobbered him.
Night Fire made an unwise attempt to try to get up behind Ducky and hold her still, so that she could not wreak any more havoc on the hapless occupants of the Tavern, but she spun around too quickly and laid him a crushing blow across his face with the edge of the Rod. He spun out, pivoting on one foot, then collapsed over the bar, unconscious.
Over the mad roar of the combination of Ducky's berserk state and the numerous variations of "Get out of my way!" the 'Taverners were screaming at each other, Jack's voice could barely be heard. "DUCKY! STOP!"
Ducky, unfortunately, did not hear Jack's cry, and was almost to Firefox when Jack flew out of nowhere, tackling the Admin Rod-wielding berserker in mid-flight. He held her pinned down, one hand on her left wrist, immobilizing her means of attack. She struggled momentarily, then stopped.
"Ducky, listen to me." Jack was breathing heavily, as he had narrowly dodged a few of the swipes from the Rod himself.
Ducky remained still, but even though she was not attacking the red glow remained in her eyes. "What...?!"
"You're not going to whack me when I say this."
Ducky glared at Jack, but he could tell that she was slowly cooling down. Very slowly, however. "Whatever. What is it?"
"The cherry table is gone."

"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Done.

(I've finally snapped? I'm not saying a word.)

Ack, I have no time to do more of my story. Someone else do something.

*waits for something interesting to happen*

*waits for Animals to be updated*

*trundles off to go do some more work on E:JF*

With the way Ducky was screaming, one would think that it was the end of the world.

"Yeesh, she was really attached to that table, wasn't she?" Elias questioned.

"You have no idea," Flash replied. "That was given to her when she moved away from her parents. She's always cherished it, especially after they passed away. To her, that table is more than just a table... it's a reminder of her family."

*Insert sad violin music here*

Elias gulped at that comment. He knew what it was like to have a keepsake of lost loved ones; his medallion was a prime example of this. "At least her parents weren't killed like mine were..." he thought to himself. "That accursed Devan Shell took away nearly everything I had... my friends, my family, my life... it's because of him that I have to live my life like this!"

"Yo, Elias, are you all right? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were on the verge of shedding tears."

Elias nearly glared at Flash, as if to say "Don't even go there."

"I'm fine, and I do know to a point what Ducky's going through. I, too, know the meaning of pain. I know of what it can do to a person."

A few brief moments passed before he continued. "I also know that if that violin doesn't stop playing REALLY soon, I'm gonna BREAK THE DANG THING!!!"

*End sad violin music*

"Well, that was convenient! Now, how about somebody fixing this table before Ducky completely loses her mind and becomes like Spaz?"

"Why don't you do it, seeing as how you suggested the idea?"

"I'm a mercenary, Flash... not a carpenter! I don't know the first thing about fixing tables!"

"Whatever...."

At that moment...

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Elias FF-- Bob Vila he is not!

Flash being me, or Flash being Fl@$h?

Jes' checkin.

Ducky stopped screeching abruptly.
"Elias?"
She suddenly realised who was talking to Flash and flung herself off the counter onto him.
"I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!"








Geez, man, where have you been? You seriously haven't been here all along, have you>

OoC: You have two forms, Flash?! Yeesh, I really DO need to come here more often! This would be Flash being Flash, I guess....
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Elias was caught completely off-guard as Ducky flung her arms around his neck. The momentum given off by her nearly caused both rabbits to tumble onto the floor, only to be stopped at the last possible second by Elias's quick reflexes.

"Nice to see you too, Ducky. But geez... warn me the next time you decide to do something like that, all right? You nearly knocked the wind out of me."

"Sorry about that; it's just that... where on Carrotus have you been all this time? The tavern just doesn't seem the same without you."

"To tell you the truth, I wish I could be here more often. Alas, the life of a mercenary is often a lonely one. Add to the fact that some of my latest missions have ranged from 'Top Secret' to 'Vacuum-Sealed for Eternal Storage,' and you get a mercenary that doesn't talk all that much," Elias explained.

"So I've noticed," Flash stated somewhat sarcastically. "You've done practically nothing but talk ever since you crashed in here."

"Hah... hah.... Very... funny... wise... guy!" Elias replied, overemphasizing every syllable.

"It wasn't meant to be funny. It's a fact."

"Whatever. So, Ducky... what have you been up to while I was gone?"

"Well..."

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Elias FF-- A rabbit who REALLY needs to visit more often!

It is NOT Flash, Elias. It's Jack Flash. Jack.

But, anyway, it's good to see you around again. I think.

I haven't been here long enough to know what the (-) is going on.

Sure.

OoC: I KNOW it's Jack, Jack! But Jack doesn't have the flair that Flash does. Why do you think I've been referring to you as Flash?

Sheesh... some people can be so sensitive. Just be glad I'm one of those people that didn't ever call you 41 Falcon by accident.

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Elias FF-- A rabbit with fiery flair!

Thank you for that last point, Elias. *brandishes sledgehammer*

And, IMHO, Flash seems a bit too contrived to be used as a common name. Jack just seems to have that discrete intermediation between anonymity and debonnaire-ism. However, now that that is all cleared up, I'm going to go eat some stuff.

*narshnarsh* ^_^

"Shut up and stop arguing. We need to celebrate!"

Her cherry table for the moment forgotten, Ducky dragged Elias to the bar and began drawing a round of drinks for the 'Taverners.

In the midst of the celebrations, Acid noticed one unhappy face. He walked over to Jack Flash.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nobody seems to listen to my stories anymore."
"I do."
"I know. But as it seems, you and Scatman are it. It just seems like a waste of time to tell them if only two people listen."



Hey! Seriously, 4I Falcon is going to discontinue his stories if he doesn't get at least 5 people to reply to his Boing, boing, boing, boing thread!

Toxic was bored. The taverners had lost interest in the construction work outside. He drummed his fingers on the table. This only resulted in him being supplied with strawberry-flavoured carrot juice, not that he minded. He took a sip. Now he minded.

Well, if nobody else was going to find out what was going on out there, he was. He picked up his video camera. Looking into the viewfinder, he noticed that the picture was distorted. Almost as if there was some sort of magnetic interference coming from the cellar. He found the door leading to the stairs, and slowly made his way down. Before he realised he was actually going up. Hiccuping, he headed downwards, and eventually found himself in the cellar.
There sat Spaztic and Foo. Spaztic's expression indicated that he was concentrating. Foo's expression suggested that he was unaware that his foot was in a bucket of grease.
"What are you two doing?" asked Toxic. Fully submerged in the virtual word, they couldn't hear him.

Half an hour later, Ducky descended to the cellar to find Toxic staring through the viewfinder of his camera. It was hooked up to the pod. He looked up.
"Hey, come and look at this," said Toxic.

Ducky peered through the viewfinder. "What is it?"
"Isn't that weird, or awesome or something?"
"Uh, no?"
Ducky moved her head away from the camera so Toxic could take another look inside. "Oh. Um, one sec..." He twisted the focus back and forth for a few seconds, then said triumphantly, "There. Now look."
Ducky squinted through the viewfinder again. "I don't see anything interesting, Toxic. If this is supposed to be a joke, you're really not funny."
Toxic pulled the camera to his own eye again, and growled, "Blasted camera! Shut up and hold a focus for a few seconds!" He pushed a button on the side of the camera, turned the focus again, then, with an exasperated sigh, he said, "Fixed. Now take a look."
Ducky looked through the viewfinder one last time; however, it was that one last time that brought whatever it was that Toxic had wanted to show her to her eye. And Toxic had a good reason to show it to her; it was nothing short of astounding.
"Whoa."

I have no idea what you guys saw.

Neither do I. Such is the reason for writing a good-sized section without actually advancing the plot.

Something needs to happen.

NOW.

Yes.

Ducky muttered something that sounded like a garbled "I like fish on toast" and made her escape. Toxic continued to peer through the viewfinder thingy, utterly fascinated.
Copper wandered in. "Whatcha doing?" she inquired.
"Ssh," Toxic said absently. She shrugged.
"Fine. Be that way."

In the Tavern, Foo was busy splattering grease all over the floor, bar and patrons. Ducky was screeching at him, Acid, Electrik and Phish looked utterly mortified, and the rest of those within were busy laughing themselves to death.
Copper shook her head. "Yeesh. It's a madhouse in here!"
At that moment ...