Jethro picks up his case and glass and hobbles out of the door. He wanted no part of the midget with the temper and decided that following Dave would be the better option.

>>Porch>>

   Looking at Cinder Jack grined a wry look crossing his face.  Yep truly, things aren't always what they appear. ... a loud crash,.,.,. the little bully charges cinder demanding a gun,

   Jack stepped between the two and the ladies at the table, The man he just spoke to seemed unconcerned, Good.  As he moved his Eyes flared violet, and his right hand moved down his front causing a ripping sound.

  Cool it; Mister you got a problem take it outside.

   His clinical detachment not fading watching the Great-one move Beaker crouched on all fours. Knowing Jack would not let the Does' be harmed, Beaker moved ready to take cover.  Einstein had said, that he had said to Jack some kind of Metaphysics prevented fighting but that was all they knew.

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In reply to Cinder (msg #965):

"I SAID GIMME THE DAMN GUN AFORE I CAP YOUR KNEES!" said Hagarth, as he cracked his knuckles.
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He steps around the hunter and looks directly down at the little man.  "Frag off qiang bao hou-zi de, (Translation - "monkey raping runt") you be annoyin me."

Turning his back on the runt he faces the rabbit man.  "Thanks for da elp Jack, but if he try an frag wit me, I just pop is blinkers and turn im to fate meat."
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"Trust me," laughs Aramen. "You might not want to do that. Just let him have his fun, he'll learn his lesson, the only way dwarves do."

"Thats it, i'm cappin' your knees. I'm about to cap his knees, you know that?" Hagarth says as he runs up to the man who's lungs must be riddled with soot and cancer due to his awful smokign habit. Hagarth then aimed an uppercut right at the mans crotch, and swung his fist.

The dwarf charges and and takes a mighty swing at the crotch of Cinder only to collapse to the ground as the force of the blow lands squarely in his own groin.

"MY FAMILY JEWELS! IT HURTS!!! SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR, I'M DYING HERE! HURRY, AFORE I BLEED OUT" Hagarth whined, as he lay on the floor in the fetal position, holding his groin as if it were on fire.

He never even blinked as the dwarf charged him.  He had understood the magic of the inn.  He ashes the cigarette onto the writhing dwarf.  "Shood of listened runt.  Told ya you wud urt yurself."

Hunkering down on his heels, he leans over the fellow, exhaling smoke up into the air.  "Now I be da apogee of ripper docs.  I kin take the pain away and heal ya up, but it cost you."

"I ... I'm a dwarf. I get hurt as often as i drink booze. Now tell me, boy ... have you ever heard of a sober dwarf?" Hagarth said, still wriggling around on the ground. "Sides, its just me 'jewels ... they've taken plenty of abuse afore. Now get your tobacco smellin' arse outta my face."

He again ashes the cigarette on the writing fellow and stands back up.  "Only dwarf I ever seen be a clown in da travlin circus.  An you be right... doubt they be getttin any use."

With the cigarette mostly gone, he holds it up and the tiny ash on the end seems to flare up, consuming it in an instant.  Not even ash falls to the floor.  Looking at the hunter again, he gives a smile and extends his left hand.  "People be callin me Cinder."

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU DIRTY SON OF A ELVEN PROSTITUTE! I'LL SHOVE ME FIST UP YER ARSE, RIP YOUR INTESTINES OUT, AN CHOKE THE LIFE OUTTA YOU WITH 'EM! MAY YOU NEVER FORGET THE DAY YOU MESSED WITH HAGARTH MORWIND, OR SO HELP ME I WILL DO THE DIRTY WITH YOUR 'MUDDER!!!" Hagarth screamed, spitting a line of insults whilst he scrabled to get up. After achieving this lofty goal, he proceeded to charge into Cinders knees with all the force and speed he could muster. His fit of fury now wrestled control of Hagarths' simple mind. His anger forced him to forget exactly what happened last time he attempted to assault someone. For his own good, someone might want to render him unconcious.

   Jack a bemused look on his face and the violet glow still in his eyes, kneeling down Jack srunched until he was face to face with the little man.  Oh you poor little thing you never get to play with the grown ups.
   Jack putting a fist under his chin to support his head and block a blow to the throat, reached out petting the dwarf on the top of his head.

Despite her strong aversion to Cinder, she disliked this other creature a bit more.  Watching the ridiculous show, however had brought together several pieces she'd heard about this odd place and she began to chuckle.  So amused in fact, she even grinned at Cinder.

Standing, she took the few steps to be close enough to speak to Cinder, in a quiet, whispery voice, Perhaps you should let it continue on this path, it's self caused pain should knock it out eventually...get the dragon to turn him into something more tasty? She gave a disdainful look at the little male, and then to Jack.

You with the pretty eyes, you'll risk harm to your friend. she barked, not caring the least about Jack as a human looking being, only for the one that appeared to be a rabbit.

We have more important things to do.  She gave a tilt of her head to Ja'sha'a, it had been her experience that females of all races generally had less patience with such nonesense.  In fact, if she had not just fully realized the nature of the tavern and therefore the inherent danger in the act, she would have already shot the annoying little man herself.

Hagarth was pissed off now. Some man playing cowboy started petting him. Petting him. Hagarth, now midway between standing up screamed at the top of his midget-sized lungs, "DON'T YOU PITY ME! I WILL SHOVE YOUR RABBIT DOWN YOUR THROAT, LYNCH YA, AND KILL THE BOTH OF YA IN ONE SITTING!!!" he said, finally standing up. He then (with a slight limp from his recent injury) charged at the mans legs, hoping to completely topple the man head over heels. Again, the idiot dwarf seemed to realise the tavern was magical.
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 At the the last moment Jack shifted smiling at the dwarf only to keep from snickering. His eyes looked down gaugingly on the top of the little ones head as Jack accepted the impact of the head on his chin.

The dwarf charges and again, upon contact, is knocked back, the force of the blow landing squarely on his own head.

    Beaker watched the show in the middle of the Tavern floor, what was coming seemed inevitable like the Coyote and the Bird on Saturday morning cartoons.  This was as much fun as sitting on the floor of Jacks living room watching the TV.

Hagarth was finally rendered unconcious. Due to bad habits growing up, Hagarth had always wet the bed. Now that he was asleep, the 'flood gates' if you will again opened, releasing about three quarts of dwarf-urine upon the Tavern floor.

   Looking down Jack looked a little sad; I always hate getting petted in public too

   When Jack turned back to the table his eyes cleared; Now that was intresting?

He looks down at the dwarf with no pity.  "Maybe he do be a clown in the travlin circus.  Cause that was damn funny."

He looks over at Max and throws her another wink and smile, his teeth white, not showing any of the coloring of chronic smoking.  "Thanks for the advice Ghatina, but I know how ta handle one ittle runt."

   Getting up.  Beaker drags the pitcher to the edge of the table. then gets down on his chair.
 The small rabbit; puts back on his labcoat, collapses the cup, sticks it in his pocket, drags the pitcher of the table and put it on the  seat of the chair. Climbing down he grabs the pitcher again and starts to carry it over to the table that the ladies and the injured man sat at.

   Unfortunately clumsy with the large pitcher, Beaker misstepped or possibly more accurately missed a puddle one foot slid out from under him the other spasmed in a mighty attempt to regain control. This acrobatic gyration simply left him spinning in the middle of the floor in the center of the yellow puddle, the pitcher landing next to the coconscious Dwarf adding more color to the floor the dwarf and the Scene in general.

-  -  -   : EWWWWW  ...   Poison Ivy and Root Fungus     Dwarf @#$$$#$ Ewwww

    Jack smiled at Cinder and after the armed man had finished speaking Jack offered his own hand in return for the one he had been unable to take earlier; You can call me Jack

   Only to be interupted again at this point by a thump, a crash and splash, and a wail of Horror.

Sweetheart, it wasn't advice, it was a wishful suggestion. She gave the irritating Cinder another smile, then took in the ensuing scene.

With a disgusted shake of her head, she gave the dwarf a wide girth and headed for the door.

[To Porch]