[ENboards Boston Feng Shui Game] Six in the Chamber II: HONG KONG BLOODBATH -UPDATED!

[Jeremy]

*"All busboys, prepare to have the crap kicked out of you."*

WOOOOOOoooo! Throw down!

 

[Dawn]

Dawn shifts two seats to the right so that she can around the equine tail that has come to occupy the seat directly in front. She’s beginning to think that it would be quieter down the hall at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Quieter maybe, but not nearly as entertaining.

 

[Piratecat]

It hit the cutting room floor - but at one point Chai Tong managed to jam a chopstick into a mook's gun just as he was firing, jamming it and blowing off the poor mook's face. Cheap manufacture, those mook weapons. Tsk, tsk.

The small man leans back in his chair and takes another bite of rice.

 

[Lela]

It hit the cutting room floor - but at one point Chai Tong managed to jam a chopstick into a mook's gun just as he was firing, jamming it and blowing off the poor mook's face. Cheap manufacture, those mook weapons. Tsk, tsk.

I hope that clip is put back in when the special edition comes out.

 

[Larry Fitz]

The Special edition DVD will have a secret track which has the cast "in character" playing instruments and doing back up vocals while Cuddly Jack sings "Critical Hit to My Heart". Wait till you see Chef Tso on washboard, Ling-Ling on Piano, Chen yau on stand up bass, and Chai Tong and Bazooka on tenor and alto kazoos respectively....

 

[Krellic]

That's not a band that's an attack force, and you'd arm them as well???!!!

 

[KidCthulhu]

A small, round woman who had been sitting in the very front row, but who you'd all overlooked because of the aforementioned smallness turns around to the whispering, weapon waving crowd.

She extracts a pair of metal tongs from her capacious handbag, clacks them menacingly, puts her finger to her lips in the universal sign for "Shut the $&%* up", gives you all a glare that would remove paint, and turns back around.

Consider yourselves warned.

 

[Lela]

gives you all a glare that would remove paint

Lela takes note that her lipstick has suddenly become, well, crusty is the only word for it. And her eyeliner seems to be coming off in flakes.

She finds this puzzling and disturbing for she doesn't wear lipstick and only tried eyeliner once (112 years ago at a slumber party). Very odd.

She reaches in her small handbag and pulls out a small tube of chapstick. Perhaps that will help.

 

[Horacio]

She extracts a pair of metal tongs from her capacious handbag, clacks them menacingly, puts her finger to her lips in the universal sign for "Shut the $&%* up", gives you all a glare that would remove paint, and turns back around.

Horacio looks at the small lady, she could be a problem is things getv rough. Then Horacio takes a notebook and a small pen with flashlight, and begins to write complex trogonometric calculatons while whispering to himself...

So... distance between us times sinus of opposite angle... tsunami big equine mass... inclination referencing gravity center... hollow bullet's friction coeficent... incident angle vs reflected angle...

After filling three pages with calculations, Horacio smiles. He has a plan now...

 

[Lela]

Sven leans over, "Um, da Eart's gravity is 9.48 m/s, my spanish fernd. Not 9.46. With dat result you hit da dead popcorn boy in da Ling Ling."

He gives Horacio a big smile.