GET DAT FUKKEN DISK

[Superlagg]

I look at the glass in my hand, puzzled as to why it's not currently soaring through the air at the capitalist communist fascist space clown. I shrug and throw the glass at the syndie, aiming to get the floor all wet and slip them up, maybe even blasting them with whatever sicknasty4lyfe gunk the barman slipped in there.

I don't know this, but there's some cryostylane in the glass, which should ice the fuck out of the floor.

I also step out of the way of Berrik's suplex typhoon.