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George.

Inna bar.

With a grilled chicken sandwich and fruit salad.

Although it can be assumed George has been downstairs to eat, he's not really been seen inna bar for a while. Feel free to poke.

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And the Triplets see him scooting closer to the wall. This makes them scoot closer to George, smiling wildly.

"Burn your pants?"

"No. I like my pants. I need my pants." George said to them, eyes wide, still trying to back away from them.

Back away into the wall? Where they can get George cornered? YAY!

"Ok. Well. How about your tie then? But it's an ugly tie. His pants are ugly. But not as stupid looking as that tie. And his shirt is weird."

George fingers his tie. He doesn't want to give that up either.

"My son gave me this tie." His eyes dart from one to the next.

"So?" The witch eyes him oddly.

"So...I'm keeping the tie. And the pants." George says firmly. his back is to the wall, he's effectively trapped, and doing his best to stay calm.

They're just kids, he tells himself. Just harmless little kids. Harmless. Yeah right.

The three notice the wall. They turn to eachother. Well, this is interesting...

They lower their masks and march forward, laughing maniacally.

"You're not taking my tie." George said, a bit harshly.

They still giggle and march. That's fine, they'll take your underpants instead.

"What are you doing?"

George eyes them. He makes a grab for the one closest to him.

"HEY!" Lock lashes out. The other two scramble to Tub where they get their weapons out.

Shock brandishes her Ax and Barrel a long sword. Lock struggles in George's grasp.

"GET IM! DRAW BLOOD!"

"Isn't there a 'no violence' rule in the bar?" George asks, raisin an eyebrow at the kids. "Put the weaons down, I'll give you your brother back, and I'll keep ALL of my clothes. That way, no one gets hurt."

They tried to killed Santa.

Draw your conclusion.

George gulps. And maintains his hold on Lock.

Barrel growls and Shock wails. They jab their weapons toward George.

"HEY!" One of them hit Lock. Hard.

George makes a grab for the sword. He cuts his hand, but gets a hold on it. Firmly, though his grip slips because of the blood gushing from his hand. He still tries to hold on, to keep them from hurting themselves. Or him any worse than his hand.

Well ok, if George wants to be foolish like that.

Barrel flails wildly, pulling the sword back and forth in a jerking motion.

Shock lunges from the side with her Ax.

George grunts as he's hit witht h ax, just the tip of it nickinghis chest, but still. Pain explodes at the contact, and his hand is on fire.

He lets go of the sword, giving it a thrust since his hand is chopped up anyway, hoping to knock the handler off balance. He doesn't have much grip, but he gets both hands on the devil and swings him toward the witch.

All three go flying off into the air across the room. Tub goes off in search of the three. Before it goes, it deposits a knit scarf in front of George.

George piks up the scarf and wraps it carefully around his hand. After a moment, he heads over to the message baord to post a request for a healer.

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