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Party! Party! Parrrrrteeeeee!!!! PARTY! BEER! YEAH! Partypartyparty! GLUG-GLUG-GLUG! (urp!) Hey therez youz tharz, Yur my best friend. Hahahah... DUBSTEB! WHOOOOO!!!

"Hum... Ok yeah.. This is great..." Peter was feeling out of place, someone threw a cupful of beer in the air, which landed on his head. Someone else was setting fire to his

shoes! "Dance, Peter Pan, DANCE!" the gravelly voice from behind the bar spoke. Captain Hook! His feet now ignited, Peter Pan was forced to comply, doing a quickstep across the

croc-infested moat and safely over to the VIP section. "Anything to get off the rail, I hate things on sale," said Peter Pan. Captain Hook tossed him a heavy pitcher of spiced rum

which clocked Peter Pan in the head. The pirates laughed. It would have hurt but Peter was already three sheets to the wind. Hook and Peter had been playing pong, now it was

time to up the ante. Russian Roulette. The Lost Boys stepped over Smee who was passed out next to a pool table. "Let's see what you got, BOY!" Hook loaded the blunderbuss.

"Captain! Russian roulette can't be played with a shotgun: it's got only one shot!" a pirate shouted, but too late. With a bang, Captain Hook lost the roulette. Smee awoke from the

nightmare to see Captain Hook holding a shotgun to his own head, ready to fire. Smee lunged for the Captain, but again, Bang! And once again, Smee awoke, wondering how many layers

of facial flesh Captain Hook had managed to blow off of his own face with this suicide attempt. "Oh dear..." Smee said, in his usual slow, dopey voice as he began to pick up the