[Raging Deadstar]

RD returns from the back room carrying two Slug throwers in a holster and a large steak. He walks over to a small trapdoor below a shadowy cobwebbed table and throws the steak down into the depths. An explosion of hungry, angered and ravenous mongoose cries fill the room, only dampened by the closing of the trap door.

“Growltigger would have wanted the Byzantium Hordes involved.”

He turns to General (or is Lieutenant Colonel ) Woundwort and addresses a slight problem.

“Surely we shouldn’t leave this place undefended? Agent Zero, Renegade, Mac, Yourself, you’ve all begun the assault. We shouldn’t leave this sanctified place unguarded Sir. Permission to set up defences, listen to the Gladiator Soundtrack and hold the Fort Sir! No patron of the Won Ton Hut will cross Taz’s polished oak bar alive!"

RD Smiles slightly...

"We Need a Bar and Grill and some scantily clad FBW's to come home to after this, Victory can be celebrated no other way!"