The fight at the original Phong's Head winds down in an ankle-deep layer of merangue. The fog screen fades as the customers return to their original activities.
Woundwort smiles as he counts his winnings. As usual, Growltigger was declared the winner, and several side-bets on the Boss have paid off. He hands the pile of gold-pressed latinum to the maitre 'droid. "You know what to do with this."
"H. Uppmann double coronas?"
"Good lad."