The older distinguished gentleman who was sitting near the front cantina door, notices some activity inside the aforementioned establishment. Well, he mutters, seems there is still some life left in the old girl," as he gets up, packs up his table, throws the breakfast dishes on the ground, which shatter into thousands of sharp, pointed stilletos of pain (in front of the door, of course
He then walks carefully thru the door, looks around sees Rags, GT and Erax, saunders over to his favorite table in the cornor, dusts off all the dust and debris, sits down, and looks around for Taz or a FB to order a brewski or two.....