[Growltigger]

Do the troubles and tribulations of a cantina owner (not sure I still own it) and despotic violent feline tyrant never end?

Renegade, you see this armoured plated fiery eggwhisk of doom that I am revving up? you see the door? you have two seconds to get through it before I "whisk" you up and as I am touching cloth, drop a log down your neck (after the head has been removed).

Power Man, you need psychriatric help. No one can cook a mongoose, they just dont taste good and the armour and scimitars tend to put people off.

Do I own the cantina? if not, who does?

I need a lie down, a stiff drink and possibly a good back massage (if I can find an FBW).

Cipher, have a beer with those shrimp. They were borrowed from Dogscoff and weren't much cop anyhow. They were defeated by a were-gerbil with a jar of marie-rose sauce