[Growltigger]

Growltigga has been busy behind the bar, frantically scoffing pickled eggs, pork scratchings, marmite and soft boiled eggs and sauerkraut.

He whips off his trousers, puts on a gas mask, sticks his backside over the bar, points it at Strategia and NullAshton and lets rip.

The resulting blast of marsh gas and semi fermented sickly foods catapults all denizens out of the door and frankly leaves the cantina inhabitable for many years..

The FBWs all feint, and GT is awarded a medal for the multi-tonal twenty second rendition of God Save the Queen on Botty Burp machine....

GT hastally puts his kecks back on and retreats behind the bar (again).