[Growltigger]

Sheesh, I go away for a few days and all hell is breaking loose in my establishment!

Right, Mac, you managed to hit the inflatable GT I left to watch the premises. I dont appreciate aerial colostomy bags so I am afraid your Liz Hurley clone visiting rights must be suspended.

Rags, RD, Timstone line up please. They do and the great cat gets out his trusty mashie niblick and dings them all in the happy sacks. Rags gets dinged again for being a bit too surreal for his own good (castles of people where he is the great one!, I should stop him drinking cherryade)

Cripes, I just get the decor sorted and a bunch of vikings wreck the joint. Oh well, GT dons horned helmet, scalemail, fake beard and changes his name temporarily to "Snorri". Grabs large long axe and wades into the fray shouting "Valhalla aint got nothing on the cantina"