Date: 31st July 2020……………. …..
Location: Cav’s Steak House …………………….
Attendees: 22 …………………………………………….
The Gold Coast Splinter Hash arrived at Cav’s Steak House for a steak and a couple of beers. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers, which they definitely were. When Sir Rabbit, the leader of the group finished his drink, he found his cow had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without looking, and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my cow?!?!?!” he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered. “Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my cow ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Chirn Park! And you don’t want me to do what I dun in Chirn Park!”
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. They knew not to underestimate the word of a Chirn Parkian, especially one who had a few too many beers. The man finished off a few more beers and walked outside where his cow had been returned. The bartender wandered out of the bar and saw the man stumbling to get on his cow. “Say, Sir Rabbit,” he said, “before you go…what happened in Chirn Park?” Sir Rabbit replied, “I had to walk home.”