From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [KQ] Thk [ScrRam]: Tag Team Rematch
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 19:48:20 GMT

ADMIN: I am posting this for Michael, since his copy never seems to have made
it out.  All the KronQuestors have seen it in email anyway, but just for
continuity on the Net...


The lizardman is distracted by something and loses his grip.  The Beer 
Elemental flows back towards him in rebellion.  It knows its time here 
on the Material Plane is limited.  It can feel its grip on the beer 
molecules weakening as the other three Elements crowd in, and its one 
thought is to inflict maximal punishment on these squishy corporeal 
creatures, starting with the one who conjured it...

                        * Ker - SLOSH !!! *

Thk is pitched bodily across the room, like a broken rag doll, to land he
knows not where.  But we do:  He smacks into the huge mirror behind the 
bar (the one which Verdigren has kept in one piece all these years by
vowing to kill anyone who breaks it) and breaks it.   Then, one by one, 
the ten huge ale casks roll off the end of their high shelf, to crash on 
the lizardman's head.  * CRACK * CRACK * CRACK * CRACK *  (Fortunately 
they are empty.) * CRACK * CRACK * CRACK * (It looks much worse that it 
really is) * CRACK * CRACK * (But you know it just has to hurt) * CRACK *

Ahhhh.  It's over.  * CRACK *  Oops did I say 'ten'?  There were eleven.
Thk's red eyes fade out like the Terminator's when its batteries need 
replacing.  The Silver Trident drops to the floor, inert.

                * BRA-A-A-A-PP!!  URP - BELCH!!! *

Meanwhile, Sambul has regained his feet.  He has imbibed a largish amount
of beer -- at least three cask's worth.  His stomach sloshes like a barrel
full of beer as he staggers towards the Beer Elementals, for there are
now three of them.  Three?  That skews the odds a bit.  Inebriated though 
he be, the giant still has enough common giantish sense to pause and arm 
himself.  He hefts two large tables -- one in each hand.

                          * SHWOOP! *

                   How could he have missed?  

                          * SHWOOP! *

                How could he have missed again?

                     * SHWOOP - SPATH!!! *

The Beer Elemental feels itself come undone.  It flits back to its Plane
and quickly forgets itself in the formless fluidity of it all.

                           * THUD *

The chandeliers and foundations rattle as Sambul hits the floor and joins
his boss in Dreamland.  He will have an Asgardian Hangover when he wakes 
up.  And breath that could kill a herd of oxen.  I'd hate to be his wife.

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Rigler                         [ADMIN:  Thk needs medicine and bed rest.]

ADMIN: That just leaves Moriarty, by my count--or do the Bannery Brothers still
need mopping up?  This shouldn't take more than a couple more posts...

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