Preface

In attempt to get more information about one of the best fighters in the Universe, I visited his pub which is located in the basement of Starman's Deathtrap Thunderdome. I checked the schedule of Starman & The defenders and chose a time where they were scheduled to play.

First Impression

The pub's exterior is easily recognized without being flashy. Just a big blue neon sign saying "The Crosshairs" and the Space Ale logo. You can hear some music from the inside.

Just as I am about to enter the pub, the door opens and a patron is thrown out of the door. Literally thrown. He lands about 20 feet away in a tangle of arms, legs and bruises.  Before I can check if he is still alive, the guy gets up and hobbles away.
I look at the bouncer raising an eyebrow questioningly. He just points to a sign at the door saying "Rule #1: You cause trouble, you learn how to fly."

I begin to doubt the wisdom of my quest for knowledge, but for the sake of our readers, I put my personal safety (and sanity) behind.

The Pub

I enter the pub and stop at the entrance to look around. It is dimly lit which is good because you don't want to see most of the patrons in better light anyway.
To the left, there is a bar and to the right there is a room with tables and chairs.
At the far end, there is a small stage. Until now I couldn't quite believe that guys who usually wield monstrous weapons and engage in mortal combat can also wield instruments.
Now I see (and hear) Starman, Bitch (looking gorgeous as always) and Iron (in full plate mail) on stage, playing life. I must have stood there for some time gaping at them with an open mouth blocking the entrance until the bouncer shoved me deeper into the tavern.

At this visit I mainly sit at one corner table taking in the atmosphere and watching the crowd. I see a lot of fighters and occasionally a daring fan.

I also get the opportunity to record the first words of truth and wisdom coming from Starman's mouth (see Quotes below).

After the performance, Starman actually tends the bar. I learn that his special drink is a "brainbuster". The ingredients are secret. So I go to the bar and order one. Starman actually speaks to me. His voice sounds as if it had a tough time down there in Starman's throat and it's coming out with a bad mood. The entire dialog is recorded here:

Angus: "One Brainbuster"

Starman <points to a sign on the wall saying "Rule #11: Always be polite and friendly with the host">: "You got one more try."

Angus: "One Brainbuster, please"

Starman: "Acknowledged"

The drink

The drink looks strange. It's a clear liquid with some greenish fluid swirling inside. I try it. It tastes quite good. The next thing I know is that I wake up in a hospital.

I would like to record officially that I'll make it my business to 
a.) find out what Starman puts into this drink and
b.) drink one without loosing consciousness.

This concludes my first visit. My first goal is accomplished. I saw him playing, I heard him talk.

Angus McPherson,
<The man at the front>

It is just the time where Siegi_Slaughter's absence lasts 2 weeks and everybody is either worried or laughing at him. I am curious about the mood in The Crosshairs.

Funnily enough, the Bouncer seems to recognize me and steps aside immediately. I find the stage deserted. The juke box plays some blues. Starman tends the bar Bitch sits on a table with some Deathtrap fighter. It's too dark to recognize his face though. I sit down at the table in the corner just right of the entrance and start watching.

Some big guy sits down with Bitch and the fighter and says something to Bitch. The fighter seems agitated and responds. Bitch leans back and seems to enjoy the obvious fight over her.
Suddenly, the big guy grabs his drink and splashes it into the fighter's face who goes down immediately screaming and clawing at his face. I take a mental note to investigate what drink this was.
The big guy turns back to Bitch. Before he finishes the turn, an iron hand claws around his neck and Starman lifts him up so that his feet dangle about 10 centimeters above the floor. 

With two steps, he strides to the wall, points to a sign saying
  
and bashes the guy's head against it. Then he hands him over to the bouncer who is already waiting.

After the paramedics have finished with the screaming fighter, the mood in the pub calms down. 

Then the unbelievable happens. Amanda Frankenfurter, a.k.a. Bitch approaches my table and sits down in front of me.

Not taking my eyes of her sparsely clothed body, I ask her if I can buy her a drink:

"Ms. Frankenfurt..."

"Call me Bitch."

"... Bitch, what would you like to drink?"

"I'll have what you have."

This is my chance. I trained for two weeks, risked my health and sanity and now it pays off!

At the bar, I order two Brainbusters (please). Back at the table, I raise my glass and look her in the eyes. Then I let the liquid run down my throat and my brain explodes. I see colors. The world is full of curves and soft edges. I hear harps and flutes. Bitch who was already beautiful before turns into the most desirable woman I have ever seen or heard of.

She gets up and leaves through the back door. I float after her.

The last thing I remember is her taking of the red G-string.

Then I wake up in hospital. I can't remember anything!
At least I can say that I accomplished the objective of my second visit. I drank a Brainbuster and I survived more or less intact.

Angus McPherson,
<The man at the front>