"What a sourpuss..."
Bailing out of the citrus-drenched pie cannon, Woundwort opens a channel to the old Starfury Cantina.
"Hey Sancho... initiate contingency plan Deadstar Omega - the Steve Irwin option."
A space-time trapdoor opens underneath RD's feet, sucking him through the multiverse to one of the myriad underground levels of the old Phong's Head cantina (now closed to the public) - and into a large saltwater tank.
The tank, of course, is filled with hungry lemon sharks.
Woundwort towels off as he watches RD tread water in the center of an ever-decreasing circle of hungry squallids on an LED screen on his wrist computer.
"Well, as the old saying goes, if life sends you lemons, make lemonade..."
