27 bottles. Time to release a bunny. -screams in the background, blood splatters on window- Oh my.

Hello Crest! Come to enjoy the rum taxing?

28 bottles.

29 bottles. Crest, your minion is doing an awful job of keeping the forum's rum supply there. The Monster and I are too persuasive. Jack, I need the rum now. I gave you my order on the ban thread.

Crest, you may want to find a new rum man... and someone like me who can use The Monster to bargain may be... handy.

30 bottles.

-yells, gurgles, and more unimaginable sound in the back-

Ready to pay the taxes?

And you haven't succeeded to funnel a single drop out of me. And I, well I have a bottle from you!

31 bottles. Or you could take me? I'm sure you could find me more useful than Davy and his meat eating, rum stealing, viciously, big pet.

-gulps-

Nah, I think you would still like me better.

32 bottles. Jack, you know you won't get a drop from me. This is your last chance mate! Hand over the rum, and The Monster stays in his cage!

33 bottles.

34 bottles.

You really want to starve of the populace? Your guild is derived of rum because you will not, and are avoiding just vowing to pay me the barrel by the end of the month. I'd loan you 20 barrels, which you'd have to ration out, of course, but, it would be better than letting your guild be malnourished, no?

.dnA eht mur si neddih

35 bottles. Jack, that sentence backwards makes no sense. :P I like the third word though.

36 bottles. Jack, you'll find that after you come back from the hospital, you will be missing 100 barrels of rum. That was me, thanks. I'll see if I can spare you a bottle or two. Maybe they will even be full! :D

I ban Davy unless he shares some with me.


37 bottles xD

38 bottles. Wrong game mate.

Yes, I'll share with all of you Sorcerors...

39 bottles. Giving your members explosive and poisoned rum Davy! Why, that's a shame.

40 bottles of Jack trying to lie.