the old wize one, sitting at his favorite table, indulging in his favorite cuisine, notices the food fight going on among the various members, hmm, looks interesting he remarks.. he pushes his call button and a LH clone mozies over and he places his request. The LH clone leaves and goes into a back room behind the bar.....
Shortly thereafter, out from various hidden recesses within the cantina's walls, suspicious looking wide muzzles protrude upon the scene of mayhem within the precincts of the establishment.
A whooooooshhhhhhinnnngggg sound emits thru the attmosphere and each of those menacing mancinations erupts with cream pies and large trouts, indulating GT, Rollo (before he got to the door), dogscoff and the rest of the members present in a gooey, sticky and smelly mundane of pies and large trouts.
a relaxing Mac
