Spectar: "I can. But what do
you want with him afterwards? The right soul should be used for the right job, wouldn't you say so yourself?"
*WH Irvine finally order a harder beverage*
RH Irvine: "Finaly?" *Raises finger to order another* "You we're always
a wuss." *stares drunkenly at WH Irvine*
WH Irvine: *point at RH* "Your drunk, ya shtupid drunk fool."
RH Irvine: "Drunken fool? At least I don't have a slur!" *grining* "You have a low tolerence..."
Spectar: "I have to admit, if we wiat a little more, this might get amusing..."
*The bartender continues to pour drinks.*
WH Irvine: "Drunk."
RH Irvine: "Slur."
*They glang glasses.*
((Behold! The new lightsaber fighting style! Drunken Jedi!