Chuckle Bucket Comedy Club

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Several places down the street from Trog's Tavern is the Chuckle Bucket Comedy Club. Only opened recently, the club acts as a place for laughs and to have drinks to come out your nose. Feel free to come on up to do your comedy routines, or simply come to watch others be laughed at. Feel free to join in the laughing.

30 GP to get into the Chuckle Bucket.

20 GP to come up on stage and perform your routine/tell jokes/etc. If the patrons like it, you get half of the entry fee from the night as a reward.

Drinks include beer, and ale. And for the kids, milk.

Food includes nachos, cheeseburgers, steak, coleslaw, salads of every type, and Bamhacon that was 'borrowed' from Trog's.

NPCs include Johnny Wisecracker, the comedian most commonly found on the stage. Let's face it, he's not really good. Along with Johnny are NPCs Phil and Colter, two regulars here at the club.

So come on down to the Chuckle Bucket! Come for the jokes, stay for the food!

[Nightwing]

Truck walks in and shows the man at the admissions desk a video of posts 215-241 at trogs tavern.

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The man blinks.

[Nightwing]

*truck starts blinking repeatedly*



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[thehothead]

An NPC stares at Truck, then starts laughing so hard he falls out of his chair, However, he's a regular, and everyone knows he has ADHD and his medicine is wearing off.

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Man: Hmmm...Alright, your in. That'll be 20 GPs.

[Nightwing]

((hey, I have ADHD!))

My Mommy says that I should be a swords swallower, but I have an eating problem. I just cant get the sword in my mouth.

*He draws his sword and attempts to swallow it, but misses his face completely*

((Did you read the posts in trogs tavern? If you did you will know his origin))

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Man: ...*snickers a bit*That's pretty good, kid. Ok, your in. In about two hours. Johnny's gonna soften up the crowd for ya.

[Nightwing]

Is he going to hit them over the head with a club or battle axe? Also I want a sausage.

[thehothead]

((I have adhd too. That NPC is actually based on my friend, who is at his worst when his medicine is wearing off))

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Man: *cracks up*Your hilarious kid!

[Nightwing]

I'm not hilarious, I'm a real boy.

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Man: *cracks up and falls over, trying to breathe*

[Nightwing]

My big brothere says that I can breath better if i pock a hole in my neck. Preferably near my voice box. Maybe it will work for you too!


*He draws his sword*

Do you want to do it or should I?

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Man: *crawls away*

[Nightwing]

*Tereal walks in*

There you are truck! Come on lets go.

Sir please send the security on this man.

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Man: But...he hasn't done anything.

[Nightwing]

Truck come on...

He is forcing me to do some thing against my will.

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Men: It's only forcing you if he tries to actually drag you along with him.

[Nightwing]

*Truck laches on to Tereals arm and falls on floor*

Help! Help! he is dragging me!

Well if you want to be dragged so much.

*Tereal drags him across he floor*


now get him trouble! Now get him in trouble!

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A half-dozen security guards immediately charge at him, wielding nightsticks.

[Nightwing]

*Tereal draws his sword. It takes him about ten seconds to subdue them all. They are not killed, just subdued.*

fine you can stay! How long until the show?

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Man: About 45 minutes. Why?

[Nightwing]

I'm just guessing my brother is in it.

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Man: And your right. By the way, 20 GPs for joining the show. If the crowd likes him, he gets some of tonight's profits.

[Nightwing]

I get profit! Profit profit profit! wait, whats profit? is it a kind of cheese?

I hate being his brother.

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Man: Profit is money, kid. And something tells me that you'll walk away from tonight's show with alot of money...now, about that entry fee.

[Nightwing]

Do we both need to pay?

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Man: Nah. Just him.

[Raistlin1040]

A rogue with a bandana walks into the place.
"Funnies eh? I've got my fair share of funny stories"