The wizen old one walks up to the cantina and notices the lock on the door. He stares in disbelief. Tears begin to slowly edge their watery way down his facial torso. OH..... he wails to the world at large. Now what will we do for discussions and further research into forbidden areas... he laments.... The old one, walks to his rusted, well used, ShaNa destroyer, walks up the entrance way and is gone for several minutes. Suddenly he returns, walks over next to the cantina door, opens up a portable table and chair, connects his cell phone and orders his usual breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast and several brewskis from one of the local restuarants. He sits back and begins to ponder this unsavory sight of a closed cantina.......
a sad Mac