As he entered the bar, he looked at the carnage... it was .... just brutal... poor defenseless tomatoes sitting scared in corners looking at huge redish stains on the floor and on the ceiling, which used to be close ones.... The stench of cheap alcohol is almost to much to bear, but he quickly realizes that's how he usually smells...
Silently he walks towards the, still lively fight, between a bluish hedgehog and the swisss cheezed Stone Wera and begins his actions of violence... first, he quotes passages from the great book of drunkards (+10 to all dmg after usage of a half broken bottle to subdue the non-believer) and then he goes on and orders another round from one of the, still alive but injured, tomato bartenders ~_~
All of this while lookin seriously cool in a soon-to-become-rapist kind of way >_>