Thread: The Werewolf Game CD: Volume I

"Easy there Ben, no need to get excited."
"Get this man a drink Tim, and while you're at it, could you get me one as well?"

Fred lets out a deep laugh and grabs the drinks. He brings Ben his beverage and raises his glass for a toast.

"How is everyone doing tonight?" asks Fred with a jolly half-drunken smile.

THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN

"DID I HEAR SOMEBODY GIVIN OUT FREE DRINKS IN HERE AND NOT EVEN THINKIN TO CALL HIS GOOD BUDDY DAVID IN FOR A PINT?"

David walks to the bar

"Fred my boy, fancy a free pint to down? I could use it after the heapin help of crap I had to shovel outta old Tom Lobo's crapper tuhday."

*yelling at tom from across the room*"EY TOM! YAR SPOSE'D TAH TAKE THE BONES OUTTA THAT MEAT YOU'RE CHOPPIN UP BEFORE YAH EAT IT WHOLE, OL' BUDDY"

he winks at tom after saying this, which he didn't intend to look homosexual, but to a few men around him, it kind of did.

"Ok im jus playin around Fred, gimme four pints, im thinkin on startin slow today...for the misses, ya undastand dontcha?"

Fred pours David four pints, and he downs them in 10 seconds flat

"EY WHATYA FANCY *hic* A SONG BOYS!?"

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.

I went down to Satin's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.

There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.

My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.

Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.

No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.

It's when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, they'll howl no demon louder.

So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel."