[Saxon]

Saxon has a quick peek into the bar and motions for one of the Fluffie Bunnie Waitresses to come over. After admiring her new bullet proof vest and combat helmet, he whispers in her ear. She smiles, happy to have a chance to assist in bringing one of the more unruly patrons to book. Saxon hands her a package and then walks off.

Some time later, Tigga bounces down from the ceiling, pausing only to spray the nearest barstool with urine. He shouts for some beverages and the Fluffie Bunnie Waitress promptly arrives with his drink.

Gryphin, sitting comfortably in the corner, notes something odd happen. He sees the FBW smile at Tigga, an unusual event, as usually only the Living Dead smile at Tigga. The FBW then begins to stroke Tigga under the chin and compliment his fur. A strange purring noise fills the room, usually only heard following an injury to Dogscoff. Tigga reclines on the chair and enjoys having his fur rubbed and caressed by the FBW. He is so content that he fails to notice that the FBW is rubbing black dye into his fur, turning him from an orange and black tiger to a pure black Jaguar. Gryphin wisely stays quiet.

Some time later, Tigga leaps back to the rafters, landing somewhat unsteadily. He totters over to his full length mirror to admire himself, as he is prone to do, and discovers that he is no longer a Tigga, but is now a Jaguar. He immediately falls into a crisis of self identity and his head begins to hurt. Is he truly a Tigga? Or is he really just an ad for an English motorcar? The pain begins to grow and grow and a swelling begins in his head. Soon afterwards Gryphin hears a popping noise and sees a number of pieces of wrinkled grey organic matter fall from the ceiling. It lands on Mac’s pizza, but Mac does not notice and continues eating. Gryphin, realizing that an identity crisis has made Tigga’s head explode, considers telling Mac. Once again, Gryphin stays quiet.

Saxon returns to the Cantina after work. He is carrying his own food and drink, as well as a large tip for the FBW.