Wakened by a loud crash, The Old One looks around and sees that the old place is starting to look more like the old days, he waves at RD and GW as they move around behind the bar amongst all the new debris. hmm, The wize one pushes a button on his table and T-Rex appears from the parking lot. The wize one asks him kindly to clean up the mess on the floor as the weight is to much for a dustpan.. TR agrees after receiving his pay in a promise of tribble wings and begins the clean up. The old gentleman proceeds to mail a FBW application to our chain mail lady in waiting. Between her and the other FBW will give this old place some excellent eye candy
He then orders 2 brewskis, one from each of the new bartenders
Now if we can only find a new cook or two for the kitchen, we'll be back in business as usual he mumbles as he puts cooks wanted sign in all the local and interplanetary papers.....