New_York_Jedi Presents: the Prancing Bantha v. 7.0: Ladies With Skirts This High Drink Free

Welcome, Ladies and gents, especially ladies, to the seventh incarnation of the Prancing Bantha?

Yes, despite the scorn and ridicule of the oldbies, we have made it to lucky number seven, and, Since DA left the Bantha to the oldbies, who better to usher it in than me?(thanks to Corran, the first non DA creator )



The next one will be someone elses, don?t worry

And now, the copiness?


The name, as you may or not recall, comes from a member called Jedi_Master_Mazzara and was decided upon in a forum poll.

What we have is an Irish-style pub where rich wooden finishes abound from the polished floorboards to the long communal benched tables and thick overhead beams. The air is heavy with smoke and the dim wall-mounted lighting recesses hide as many faces from lights the buzzing of a dozen languages hides specific voices. As always we have a bar with an ample selection of good vintage for both ale and wine. There's a large collection of exotic spirits under the strict supervision of the bartender and the kitchen is open 24hrs per standard cycle for the needs of all species. We have pool tables, air hockey, a jukebox with a meagre selection of slightly dated Galactic hits, Holoweb terminals and the Galaxy's latest news and sports feeds live off the wire.

So pull up a bench or a chair, a booth or a barstool and get to know your fellow EUC regulars.

Welcome to the Prancing Bantha.


And now the Prancing Bantha theme song, written by TrianiiGirl:

"Oh Prancing Bantha, with your head held high
You hold so many of our memories
To you we all flock like blackbirds to pie
And we chat with friends from over the seas

From the death of the Outlander you sprang
Begun by a mod, you avoid all locks
A new social thread where we all could hang
Acting like fools and playing with our socks

It is a place of fun where you can drink
Corellian Ale or even sweet tea,
Or get in barfights with others you think
Just need to have fun, or join SLE

I salute you, O Prancing Bantha wild
For letting me play like a n00bie child."



*copy and paste, thanks DA(And Corran now)

NP edit: Farewell to this incarnation of the Bantha...look for the new one soon!

 

The titles ok...


*Smashes some stuff and erects this throne and statue*

That's better.

 

the title has my seal of suck.

 

WTH?!

I was supposed to name this Bantha!

CORRAN!

 

I like the title! Do my shorts count? there about as short as a southern girls shorts can get.

 

YAY! first page!!!!

*carts in all her various weaponry, sets a table on fire*

 

Alright, but girls aren't gonna come in nude .


Mistryl's Paramour

 

*proceeds to beat the living heck out of everyone*

 

go banky. beat their asses.

 

*pulls out her blaster and shoots Tie repeatedly* There will be no beating up on me!

 

Yeah, isn't Cor your protector?

I'm in that business, you know.


Mistryl's Paramour

 

sorry TIE *shrugs*


NYJ: good job, title = , despite what those two say

 

*torches tie*

hey! leave the lady with all the weapons alone!

edit: yes, it's a great title, nyj...
but it's late and i better be going.. night all.

 

Yay!!!!! Wait a minute. I don't have any money...

 

hey! leave the lady with all the weapons alone!

I got a better idea, Sha. Leave the guy with a hair-trigger temper and a million and one reasons to lay the smackdown on you alone.

That would be the better idea.

And Corran, if you were so sorry, you would have chosen me to name this Bantha.

Ah, well.

I WILL BE NAMING THE NEXT BANTHA! ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WILL SUFFER TERRIBLY!

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*gives Swan cash*

I gotta go, Goodnight everyone.

*looks at Rose's shorts* Gotta buy Mistryl some of that...*cough*...*is gone*


Mistryl's Paramour

 

banky=wrong. The next bantha will be my quick stop. you can be like the Randal of the place.

 

Yay!!! Money!!! Now I can buy drinks for everyone!!!

 

Money for what Swan?

 

banky=wrong.

Dan=Asking for a beating.

The next bantha will be my quick stop. you can be like the Randal of the place.

Dan=Wrong As Wrong Can Get.

I just called it. I am naming the next one.

 

To buy drinks. That way, I don't have to wear a next-to-nothing-there skirt!

 

quiet silent bob.

 

Make me, Steve-Dave.

 

but you'd look better in a next-to-nothing-there-skirt


TIE: not how it works

I've given NYJ my suggestion as to who should start the next one

 

Too bad. Skirts are hot.


Better set up your throne.