The proximity alert goes off on Woundwort's wrist computer. There is a quick blip before the massive weight crashes through the roof onto the bar. Of course, the bar is now empty.
Another blip, and Woundwort is standing on top of the massive weight, surveying the wreckage of the bar (and the loss of all that good beer).
"RD, two things. One, you've got to stop wrecking the Boss's property. He just might be back one of these days, and I've got all your antics on record."
"Second, you've GOT to stop telegraphing your punches."
A quick series of punches on the wrist computer takes remote contol of the forklift bot bringing in RD's bootleg beverages. Woundwort sends it crashing into RD's table.
Woundwort salvages a bottle of Arrogant Bastard from the rubble, and toasts his adversary.
"Good to be back."
