[Growltigger]

Growltigga picks himself up from behind the counter, quietly congratulating himself for ensuring that he wore his reactive regenerating emission armour plated underpants (airtex Y-fronts of course!!)....

He notes Mac is almost fragrant for a change, and moving to the back of the glass washer, attached a hoover nozzle and sucks up all the concentrated Mac juice from the water outflow in the washer...

He looks over to the plucky (but sadly misguided) young North American mackerel bashing poodle snogging pansy, NullAshton, in the corner.

Taking aim with his new Turbo powered Skaggy Guff Cannon, he fires a torrid blast of Mac washwater at NullAshton, who collapses to the floor, wretching horribly and throwing up all over the place.

"Ahem", thinks the great kat, "to coin an American phrase, your arse is mine (how uncouth".. he strolls over to the prone NullAshton, pulls out his flensing knife and remove said Dog Doodlers trousers..... the red hot poker hand cannon of eternal pain and damnation is pulled out, steaming quietly, is cocked and pointed at the girly boy American's rectum....

"This one is for Bunker Hill" says the great kat, as he pulls the trigger....

Cue sizzling noises, smell of burnt ringpiece, strangled cries of pain from NullAshton, whoops of tears and laughter from Mac and the other old hands, and a generall cry for someone to put some toilet paper in the freezer!!!!

Damn, I miss the old days and the old ways....

GT looks round to see if Atrocities is anywhere. He hasn't abused or murdered him in AGESSSSS