"Well, RD, usually
he's the one doing the destroying. But be that as it may..."
A few taps on the wrist computer summons a pack of worker droids, who begin to clear out the debris from the bar and the table area. Meanwhile, another set of droids begins to reinstall the oak surface to the bar area. While they are at work, Woundwort activates the walkie-talkie on the computer.
"Sancho, bring in some of the stock from my ship for the bar. Make sure you throw in some European beers, too - and some Romulan Ale. We wouldn't want RD to have another fit, would we?"
