[dogscoff]

'TIG! How long have you been back? I never even saw you come in!

*dogscoff rushes over and gives the feline a big hig, using the opportunity to bat him forcefully over the back of the head with a phased-polaron frying pan. The resulting "SPANG!" echoes sonorously in the note of "C" through the cantina and Growltigga's skull simultaneously.

*dogscoff then calls in a cartfull of best mead to celebrate the return of the Kat. The mead is dutifully delivered by Fearghal, a 200-foot radioactive armoured battlesquid who kicks off celebrations with a bit of Irish set-dancing. Half the party-goers are immediately and gruesomely crushed into paste beneath Fearghal's monstrous flailing tentacles.