Stoke
05-17-2007, 04:28 AM
I snatched this from the Winterhearted forums from which it had been snatched from the Mal'Ganis forums.....
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So a warlock walks into a bar and sits down. He orders a glass of beer and starts relaxing, sipping his drink, enjoying the atmosphere, when all of a sudden, a paladin walks in and sits next to him. He turns to look at the warlock and gets a huge grin on his face.
'Hey buddy, conjure me up something to drink,' he says in an arrogant tone.
The warlock raises an eyebrow and looks to the paladin, clearly confused. He carefully set his bottle down and spoke, slowly, clearly, and carefully,
'You want me to summon water? Buddy, you've got the wrong person...'
With that said, he returned to his drink, sure the conversation was over. Much to his chagrin, the paladin spoke up once again.
'Well if you can't conjure me up something to drink, can you at least conjure me up something to eat?' he asked, irritation seeping into his voice.
The warlock sighed heavily and set his drink down, turning once again to face the paladin.
'If I can't conjure you something to drink, what makes you think I could conjure you something to eat? You clearly need a mage, now stop bothering me.'
Sighing exasperatingly, he returned to his drink, only to find the paladin nudging his shoulder.
'Oh I'm sorry,' he said mockingly to the warlock, a jeering look on his face. 'I thought you had something to offer to someone other than yourself.'
With an angry grunt, the warlock smoothly rose from his seat, grabbed his bottle of beer, and swung it hard to port, smashing the paladin full in the face. The paladin collapsed on the floor amidst a shower of beer, blood, shards of glass, and shattered pride, groaning loudly. The warlock tossed the broken neck of the bottle on the floor, and smoothed his robes.
'Oh I'm sorry,' he said with a smile. 'I thought you could tank.'
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So a warlock walks into a bar and sits down. He orders a glass of beer and starts relaxing, sipping his drink, enjoying the atmosphere, when all of a sudden, a paladin walks in and sits next to him. He turns to look at the warlock and gets a huge grin on his face.
'Hey buddy, conjure me up something to drink,' he says in an arrogant tone.
The warlock raises an eyebrow and looks to the paladin, clearly confused. He carefully set his bottle down and spoke, slowly, clearly, and carefully,
'You want me to summon water? Buddy, you've got the wrong person...'
With that said, he returned to his drink, sure the conversation was over. Much to his chagrin, the paladin spoke up once again.
'Well if you can't conjure me up something to drink, can you at least conjure me up something to eat?' he asked, irritation seeping into his voice.
The warlock sighed heavily and set his drink down, turning once again to face the paladin.
'If I can't conjure you something to drink, what makes you think I could conjure you something to eat? You clearly need a mage, now stop bothering me.'
Sighing exasperatingly, he returned to his drink, only to find the paladin nudging his shoulder.
'Oh I'm sorry,' he said mockingly to the warlock, a jeering look on his face. 'I thought you had something to offer to someone other than yourself.'
With an angry grunt, the warlock smoothly rose from his seat, grabbed his bottle of beer, and swung it hard to port, smashing the paladin full in the face. The paladin collapsed on the floor amidst a shower of beer, blood, shards of glass, and shattered pride, groaning loudly. The warlock tossed the broken neck of the bottle on the floor, and smoothed his robes.
'Oh I'm sorry,' he said with a smile. 'I thought you could tank.'