The old one sits at his table surrounded by very small, hairy, smelly, stained, deizens of various societies and depths. He begins instructing them into gorilla warfare type insurgencies. He also dusts off the "O" word that has been hidden secretly for all these years, he gently puts it into a small box similiar to a small brewski keg which is marked in bright red, only to be opened and mailed when under extreme distress.....
he talks with the various varmits,,, sigh, apparently the warmongering, violent prone extremists at the Won Ton apparantly do not look for peace. They shall rue the day before their existance is blown into the winds after the B&G members attend a Chilli cookoff between Puke and Tesco
