The old one, down trodden, in regards to the state of the cantina, decides to pump some credits back into the place, and get it all spiffed up, He interviews new FBW and various eye candy clones, puts ads in all the papers for a bartender or two, (Taz has disappeared) and advertises for an assistant to old T-Rex to help in the parking lot. He orders some new fresh wine and brews from around the world, repairs all the holes, bLaster smears, blood and guts from all the walls, puts some new music into the jukebox, and hangs new pics over the bar, adds a bigger dance floor, and feeds the new giant Octapi living under the floor
The wize one sits back, pops a brewski and watches......