A desert ranger, a desert ranger, a desert ranger and Tommy Pickles walk into a bar...
Surprisingly enough, despite being in a mostly-abandoned little town that seemed to be populated solely by bandits and thugs, the bar was quite busy, with dancers on stage and everything. The party wandered up to the stage, trying to get their bearings and see what mischief they could get up to, but then we climbed up onto the stage, scared away the strippers, and were attacked by a bunch of bouncers.
So we murder the fuck out of them without much trouble, then go to steal the shit lying on stage... only to then be surrounded by a mob of angry patrons, who begin pelting us with rotten fruit and demanding we entertain them instead now that we've scared off their entertainment.
Now, my party are more into "indiscriminate murder" than "stand-up comedy" or "erotic dancing", so this quickly turned into a problem. Again and again they tried various forms of performance, only for the crowd to react poorly and throw more fruit. I'm not sure
where they got so much fruit in the middle of a
barren fucking wasteland, but oh well. Wherever the fruit came from, it hurts pretty damn bad.
Now we're pinned down on stage in the most bizarre stand-off ever.
Occasionally one of my troops will quickly stand up and bust out a few clumsy dance moves, or Ms. Deth will open her mouth to tell a few bad jokes, and Mr. Razor even tried a few knife-throwing tricks and some tumbling, but nothing impresses and they are inevitably knocked unconscious by a barrage of fruit.
I don't think we'll be escaping this any time soon.