Primitive enters the cantina.
This place really needs cleaning up. Spiderwebs everywhere, there is even a nest of killer bee's hanging from the Phong's head over the fireplace. Primitive carefully loosens the nest with his rusty (yet pointy) spear, trying to carry it outside.
-- Dang, lost it.
Luckily for Primitive the bees goes straight for Minipol and his honey beer. Ah, the joy of sweetness
