BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ watched with sadness as Ducky stormed out.

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: bah... wat we need is sumtin' fun.... hey...

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ thought of another ingenious idea with an evil grin

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: nobody's runnin' the beer taps, hehe....

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ jumps behind the bar and puts on a much stained white apron*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: EVERYBUNNY! i have a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT! I now have taken control of the alcohol taps, which means.... PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

*Everyone started to cheer and raise thier glasses to eachother*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: hmmmm... now where’s that danged button...

*starts feeling under the bar*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: ahhh... there it is...

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ pushes the button, causing automatic machine gun turrets to pop up*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: oops... wrong button

*clicks the button again disclosing the auto guns , and then clicks a green button that has bunches of party decorations pop up all over the war tavern, including every infinite corner*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: ok... someone play a snappy tune on the jukebox... hmmmmmmm.... Hey robo17!

(this is Beau's personal robot)

RB17: yes?

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: could ya construct a stadium somewhere inside the tavern for cannibal feud, and call the Carrotus prison to get some turtles over here as competition.

RB17: Right away...



And so the party started, many abusing the fact that BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ wouldn't refuse anyone drinks for any reason.