* Talmann throws orsis out of the Tavern for perverse attitude and dumps ice in his pants.
Come back when you've cooled off, mate.
*Eyes strange little men drinking Mudslides*
Mmm... good idea... I need more chocolate!
*Scarfs down several beer brownies and cups of hot cocoa before noticing Alana talking to him*
Oh, yer welcome... I figureth thomewon like Thaco or Bara would eventually nuke tha plathe again, an' I didn' wan'na pick up tha piesheths... *swallows* Aggh, excuse me. Emp, you alright there? Hmm... I think I know what he needs...
*pulls out bottle of chili pepper oil*
Hehe... bottoms up, Emp.
*puts bottle in Emp's mouth and makes him drink the bottle until he wakes up*