[Growltigga]

The camera pulls back and pans over the chaos in the cantina.

In the corner we have that Rudi Voller lookalike, Mephisto, enjoying a quiet stein or two, elsewhere the floor of the cantina is scattered with broken traps (strangely having pictures of Paul Scholes in each of them), a flaming Tigga is bouncing round the floor.

Tigga bounces into Mephisto and knocks over his stein and then proceeds to douse said flames in lager. "Huzzah" thinks Tigga, "Luckily I was wearing my flame-proof Schumacher catsuit". Tigga goes to secret hatch on all and pulls lever, activating giant magnet on crane outside cantina door. Dogscoff, still with shotgun inserted up his rectum is sucked into the air bottom-first and is stuck to magnet. Tigga moves magnet over back of cantina and drops Dogscoff into large vat of dogpoo.

Dogscoff stumbles out of vat covered in flop (and still smelling like a hobo's underwear thanks to Gryphin's earlier short sighted assault). Whilst Dogscoff is dazed, Tigga then gets his trusty cricket bat and whops Dogscoff hard on the nogggin. Whilst the D is prone, GT ties a bungee cord (suspended under high tension from crane) to Dogscoff's backside and then lets El Scoffo go ---- BOINGGGGGGG

Tigga goes back to the bar, clears up the traps, repairs the mess, buys Mephisto another couple of beers and complements him on looking like Helmut Kohl, puts Demis Roussos on the jukebox, removes 'Tigga Flambee" from the menu and puts "La Pied de Dogscoff a la boing" instead, sticks up another sign banning 'Gryphin' from the cantina, buys a bottle of vintage champagne (on Gryphin's tab), puts on the TV and settles down to watch the Mexico/Italy match with great relish

[ June 13, 2002, 13:44: Message edited by: Growltigga ]