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Ok, so I'm in a bar, and to my right there's this HUGE ogre to my right, and this little f@*% of a guy next to me who won't leave me alone! So this guy is TOTALLY wasted, and so he looks at the ogre, and he screws his face up and tries to speak. It came out a little like this....
The man says, "Hey, hey ogre...."
And the ogre ignores him, for whatever reason, but the idiot can't take a clue!
So after the guy tries again, he says this, "Huy, you.... you stoopid orgre. I.... I'm talkin to you...."
So then the ogre just spins around and smacks the guy in the face, and sends him flying into a table, where some people are (were) playing a game of cards. Little did we know, but it was the high roller table, of some high roller dood, who turned out to be Mr. The Man (The High Roller).
So he's surrounded by guards, who look over to see me and this big troll. Unfortunately, the only thing they were trained for was assassination attempts, not evolved logistics. But as soon as he reaches into his jacket for his firearm, a drunkard vomits all over him