Bar Fight Arena

[Tom]

You succeed, separating my head from my body with a savage forehand. I bumble over to it, pick it up and screw it back on.

[Cuddly Khan]

I chuck you a tennis bat and unscrew my head and serve it to you.

[Tom]

I volley your head out of the window and charge at you, beating you with my tennis 'bat'.

[Cuddly Khan]

I shield myself with my hands as I ran out the door and look for my missing head.

[Tom]

I throw the racket after you and start throwing cricket balls at you.

[Cuddly Khan]

I pick up the racket you threw at me thinking it's my head and screw it back on. I can see!

[Tom]

The cricket balls punch right through your new face and come out the other side.

[Cuddly Khan]

But every hole in the racket is an eye.

[Jubal]

I continue to sit behind the bar, coolly sipping an orange juice.

[Cuddly Khan]

I get bored of waiting for Tom to physical abuse me and join you with some milk.

[Tom]

I sit down and order a lager.

[Gmd]

I Sit down order a lager, down it, then tap Khan on the shoulder in a angry stance.

[Tom]

I stand up and throw my bar stool at GMD pre-emptively.

[comrade_general]

I dip Tom into the french fry oil.

You guys just don't get it do you? I'm not stuck in here with you - YOU'RE STUCK IN HERE WITH ME! 

[Tom]

I take a bite out of my fried flesh and hit you with a skillet.