From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Chaoticllama returns to the bar. Date: Wednesday, June 09, 1999 11:02 AM Chaoticllama waited in his room till the blood had dried on his leg. he took off the bandage, and put some sythe-flesh on it to keep the wound from re-opening. He was just about to walk out the door, when his comlink beeped. He picked it up off the sofa. "elllo" he slurred into it. "Hello," said Giovanni on the other end. "Oh, it's you boss." chaoticllama instantly sobered up. There is another team Rocket memeber somewhere on the boat. He may join you in your mission, but he may not. Ethier is fine so long as the mission is complete. Giovanni Out" giovanni said not giving Chaoticllama a chance to reply. Chaoticllama realized he had forgotten one element of the disguise. He splashed his hair with vodka, and swirled it around, then rubbed his head up and down against the wal for a while. He finished with some jack daniels on the hair. It now looked extremely screwed up. He opened the door, and stumbled out. He passed a guard in the hall. "You'd better get that leg looked at pal" the guard said. "Whaddaya mean? Whyda pe'le kee' sayin thad ta me?" He stumbled on past without further incident. Chaoticllama walked stumbled up the stairs, and fell several times when people could see him. Finally he made it up to the main deck again. As soon as he stepped over the top step, he proceeded to fall flat on his face, right at the feet of one of the crew. He haphazardly stumbled back up, and kept moving. He managed to run headlong into the bar door, which swung inward, and left him crashing to the floor infront of the bar. He picked himself up with a chair, and managed to set down, which was a miracle in itself, the bartender thought. He had just completed this maneuver when someone stormed into the room. Chaoticllama thought he was probably looking for a fight. He was dressed in some garish neon green boots, with hot pink bell bottoms, and a blindingly yellow shirt. To top it off, he had an AFRO! The man saw chaoticllama there, apparently as drunk as a skunk, and came over to pick a fight. "Your momma wore combat boots" he said. "He' Im verra prod of 'er ssservice in the maaariinessss" Chaoticllama stumbled out of the chair. The man grabbed chaoticllama by the shirt, and flipped him over his back. Chaoticllama recovered quickly, but managed to keep up the act, as he fell, he gave the man a drop toe hold. Chaoticllama was up last, the man was charging him. Chaoticllama drunkenly fell over to the left, dodging, and tripping the man. That's when he noticed a little green r on the hotpink pants. Chaoticllama managed to get up first. He grabbed the man by the shirt, and slung him into the wall. He whispered into the man's ear "You fool, I'm in team rocket too, meet me later in room 316" Chaoticllama then slung him into one of the tables, overturning it. He stumbled over, and threw the man out the door. 15 minutes later, Chaoticllama stumbled to his room. Psycho was waiting at the door. Chaoticllama fumbled with the key, and got it open. As soon as the door shut, CHaoticllama whirled around. "You blithering idiot, you almost blew my cover, And if u call that a disguise, your PSYCHO!" chaoticllama screemed it, instantly sobered up. "THE DRUNK THING IS AN ACT!" The man said, "You're right, I am psycho, that is, my name is Psycho. It was a pretty good act, Oscar award winning." CHaoticllama picked up a hunting knife to put another cut on his arm, small so it would heal easily, but deep so it would bleed profusely. He pointed over at the large arrangement of weapons. "That's my stuff you touch, you pay." Psycho pulled out a sawed off shotgun. "I don't think so." Chaoticllama had just belted on his colt .45 pistol. Psycho said, "Now you gotta as yourself one question, do you feel lucky?" Chaoticllama said "YES!!!" and lunged forward throwing the mans aim at the cieling. Chaoticllama put his finger between the trigger, and the stock of the gun. "Try anything else, and it's good night gracie" tBC