[General Woundwort]

As the customers in the Cantina kick back with their favorite beverages (nnd barbequed Tribble wings - a perenneal Phong's Head offering), the noise of a massive crowd outside begins to be heard over the din of the music and bar background noise.

Woundwort taps a few buttons on his wrist computer. Hidden cameras on the outside of the Cantina track the mob and broadcast to a screen on his computer.

Looking at the crowd, he smiles, and punches a few more buttons. A holographic fog screen appears near the front of the Cantina, showing the entire room the goings-on outside.

A huge mass of sentientity - humans mixed in with almost every conveivable alien race, are marching down the main drag where the Cantina is located. They are all carrying placards, and chanting a protest.

"demo,
demo,
Demo,
DEMO!,
DEMO!"