As the crowd swoops down on the poor old wizen one, as they are about to rend him, limb from limb, they stop, frozen in their tracks, shortly they turn around and go back to their tables to watch the bloodshed being waged within the confines of the cantina between the Furry Feline and his mutinous minions. The wize one just smiles, and slips something back into his pocket. Ahh it works he mumbles and he lifts his brewski towards the waring factions in toast to their steadfast and continuing cartoon violence. He looks towards Renegade and smiles.. aahh if he only knew what is about to happen to him.... he laughs.....
take my pizza and you pay the piper...
just some ideas mac