Sorry Rags, David Gervais is too much a gentleman to have that happen to him. You on the other hand??!!
5-4-3-2-1
the cantina patrons dive for cover as Rags lower intestine explodes, a jet of fire, carefully channelled thanks for GT's shaped charge, explodes out of his rectum... a second passes and noticably, Rags is now severally feet off the floor, balancing on a pillar of flame, he accelerates, smashes through the roof and jets off into the sky.
The cantina patrons all run into the carpark where they join barry in gazing at the ascending yank.. GT looks at his watch, 5-4-3-2-1, the secondary charge goes off and Rags explodes at 3000 feet into a blaze of beuatiful fire....
Hastily umbrellas are hoisted as bits of Rags fall to earth over a wide area. Cue party, cue Weather Girls, Cue Gerry Halliwell, Cue startt of new dance hit, "its raining Rags, hallelujah its raining Rags"
Camera pans out at vision of the cantina carpark turned into a mass disco, booze is flowing and everybody is having a great time.
Dont worry about Rags, we have the technology to rebuild him, or failing which, he might make great compost.
Now, anyone for a game of cricket?
