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[Nick]

*Vinny, overhearing the request for scotch, hand's Midget something*

Here ya go pal:


*Nick, from across the room, notices the incident.*

Vinny! You damn idiot! That's the scotch tape you should be using in the back! Go back to the work zone and let me serve the customers, before I wrap that tape around your mouth and throw you in the river!

*Vinny scurry's back into the work zone*

Sorry about that. Here's the real drink Midget.

[Nick]

*Vinny walks out of the back room with his co-worker Chuck*

"Alright Nicholas, we're almost done." The hot tub is in, the pool bar is setup, and now we're just working on the sauna. We've been having some problems with the plumbing, but it's coming together."

"Good. Glad to hear." replies Nick.

*Meanwhile a massive explosion can be heard coming from the work zone.*

"What the hell was that?!"

[Frodo]

*jumps into the pool, and splashes everyone*  

Nice work Nick.  

[Nick]

*Walks out into the Pool Room wearing his swim trunks.*

It came out really nice. I love job you did here Vinny. This is just what we needed. And now what we need is this:


A Drink float!

*Jumps into pool and then grabs a drink*

[El Quia]

*El Quia changes his clothes and gets into the hot tube*


Ahhh....! I needed this....!

[Qbix]

*Joins El Quia*

Now all we need are girls

[Nick]

"Thanks for all the work that you've done Vinny. Pass on my regards to the Don."

"I do expect more payment though. In fact, the family expects more payment." replied Vinny. "What the hell are you talking about?! asks a infuriated Nick.

"Let's put it this way... The family is getting tired of your low profit. The Pub is making a massive ammount of money. But, somehow, it has not reached us... Can you explain how?"

"That is none of your damn bussiness Vinny. Your a low-life. You have no rank in the family. If the family want's more money, .... Tell them to come and get it. Now get the hell out of here!" *Nick pull's up a side of his shirt to reveal a handgun* "See this? It is loaded. And I'm not afraid to take this 'situation' outside."

"WHOA! No, this is not what I'm getting paid for. Go screw yourself. I'm outta here. Let's go guys!"

*The workmen scramble to leave the building.* *Nick starts to think about what Vinny said, and starts to fear a mob war is coming.*

*Nick brushes off the worry, and steps into the hot tub*

Waiter! I'll have a glass of rum.

[Nick]

*Wonders where everyone went* Well, I guess I'll just get the glass of rum myself.


*Get's into the hot tub and relax's, enjoying the peace and quite of an empty building*

[Qbix]

Trying to have a free weekend this weekend. Pretty hard as I had to fix somebodies pc yesterday. So part of it isn;t free.

[Frodo]

Watching Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog... and singing along with it.  

[Nick]

*A man walks into the doors of the Pub and a bell rings throughout the building to let every know that someone has walked in.*

*The man is a tall, old Italian man, dressed in a sports jacket with a red tie. He looks around at the empty front room of the Pub (Since everyone is in the back pool room)*

"Hello? Is anyone here? I'm looking for a man named Nicholas Zarano."

[Mighty Midget]

*A little German leaps up and says in a squeaky voice: Zer are no Nicklaus in ziz rrrroooom, vee are not childrrren believing in Nicklaus.*

*two elves nod solemly in the corner. "He's right, we stopped believing in that old scrooge ages ago. Our Union is busting him but he keeps a company of dirty scabs to do our work. Bastard.*

[Nick]

*The man just stare's blankly at the elves, and thinks to himself "This Pub is crazier than I thought"*

*After thinking for a few seconds, he decides to talk*

"I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm looking for... I guess your master? And no, not Santa Claus, so cut the shit. I'm looking for my good friend Nicholas. I just would like to talk to him. And I know that he own's this damn nut-house. So find him. Before I get angry. If you don't get him, I will."

[Mighty Midget]

"Now now, come now my little Italian friend", the German says, with a mysterious lack of fake accent. "No reason to be upset. Just because you show poor judement in choosing your political leaders, doesn't mean we can't understand eachother. So, you want to know the whereabouts of the owner of this establishment? You want information? Well, so do I. What is his grandmother's age? And how small is she? Surely a good friend can answer me these questions, hmmm?"

*As if "hmmm?" was a cue line, a massive looking 88mm Flak gun is lowered from the ceiling, where it had been cleverly disguised as a chandelier, and pointed directly at the Italian man's right ear*

"So it looks like your left ear will be the only thing left if you can not tell me her age", the little German smirks.

[Frodo]

*A little hobbit suddenly appears from nowhere*

I'd start talking, if I was you, Mr Italian.