The next planet we came to was a total dump. It was covered with beer bottles and bullet shells. The only buildings on the planet seemed to be bars, so we chose the first one we saw that we didn't hear any gun shots inside.
It was relatively calm inside, but everyone was giving Phil strange looks. We bellied up to the bar, and ordered some waters (because Phil doesn't drink, and I was going to be flying the ship). Someone said something that I couldn't hear, but Phil could hear it clearly, and he didn't like what he heard. He stood up, kicked away his stool, and charged at the mumbler. It was a pretty quick fight, but that just made the whole place go nuts.
It was complete mayhem, some guy grabbed me, whom I gladly karate chopped on the neck, but then there was another, and another. I was getting overwhelmed, so I drew my rifle, and finished off my opponents. Phil didn't need a gun, he was almost like a machine, he was already dropping drunks left and right, and he wasn't stopping there. At the end of the fight, the bar was filled with either dead or unconscious fighters, so we payed for our drinks, and left.
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Departure
AdventureAn awesome adventure book with whimsical jokes and comedy, and a great read for people who gets bored easily, since each chapter is about thirty seconds of reading.
