NO!
What? We had an octagonality of pintage! How can there be a quadrility of quaffage left?
Someone has thieved off with half of our inebriating beverages!
Hold on a minute...
Can't be taken on a Tues...
Revelation from pissed off barbloke that miserable old managerial miseryarse to deliberately run the quiz slow to get more people at the bar...
Our drinks have not been taken at all! The haggard hag-ridden harridan has simply marked them up as "taken" so we have to buy more!
And they wonder why there's only 2 teams now...
Oh, hold on - quiz may be cancelled due to the teams comprising of just us. And we want to pull out due to being denied out previous prize!
Oh great. More revelation. That hot barbabe no longer works there.
Aaaaaand... another revelation. "The Missus" has backed out of seeing Gaz Numan, can Xym go in her place. More expense! 30 Squids!
And now more bad news - the other teams aren't playing coz the quiz takes too long.
Even badder news - the Manager has formed a team, so quiz in back on.
Oh, and the googling gits have decided to play after all, seeing as we're guaranteed to win if they don't play.
And many another revelation of gloom.
Shitnuts, fucknuggets and pissflapped fishflange. Damn you lucky Th13teen pen, accidentally clove in twain and ruining the luck thou wert previously reknown for!!
We could be watching Sherlock Holmes 2: A Game Of Shadows, Borat, Underworld:Awakening, In Time, Sanctum and another humourosity. Instead, we're stuck with almost empty pints with a refusal to buy more till we gets our full quotient of beverages back, a sulky Pretty, her mardy hubby violently bashing the table at sheet thieveries, sulky Pretty's sister wanting to defacate all over the bar, tables, and over everyone in general, and Xym insulting every loud mouthed bellowing fishwife and piss-stenched fogey in the pub.
But what's this... we've won?
By criminy! We got a free meal!
Best eat it very soon before some thieving lardbucket thieves that too!
And the bonus spot prize is £126. Hah! As if we'd win that.
WTF! We've won THAT too?
Well, bugger me old brown dog with a bottle of Newcastle Brown! We're quids in!
£31.50 squids each!
Bless you, Dame Fortuna of the once-lucky-then-shattered-and-thought-useless-but-proved-it's-worth-in-the-end-pen! Yay! My luck has turned at la... Oh, cuntbubbles.
There go my hard won winnings paying off The Numan...
And now ABC aren't answering their jellybone...
Oh, damn and blast...
