[dogscoff]

A distant rumbling is heard...

Patrons looking out of the windowcan see a faint blue strip on the horizon, which gradually grows until it is apparent that a gigantic 500-metre high wave of seawater is sweeping towards the cantina at an incredible rate, destroying all in its path.

Panic ensues: Various drinkers scramble to get to their spacecraft in the parking area, or hide uinder their tables and start crying. Growltigga's fur stands on end and he leaps into the rafters, quivering at the thought of getting wet. Other drinkers simply resign themselves to their fates and calmly order another drink, determined to at least go out in style.

Just short of the Cantina, the wave stops miraculously, just like that bit at the end of "Abyss". Within the wall of water, gigantic sea- creatures can be seen: Genetically altered whales in battle armour, legions of sharks in military formations, and fearsome deep sea- creatures as yet undiscovered by the air-breathing world at large.

Atop the wave, amidst the gravity- defying spume, upon a throne seemingly fashioned from the water itself there sits a figure. Someone produces a small telescope and everyone crowds around for a view of the Ocean King. It's Dogscoff, surrounded by voluptous mermaid courtiers and heavily armed mermen. Suddenly, an enormous squid swims to the front of the wave, rising up beneath the aquatic court. With one building sized tentacle, it lifts the throne and its occupant from the top of the wave to the Cantina's balcony. The throne of water collapses with a splash around the tentacle as the Ocean King steps from it into the bar.

"I'll have a pint of Hoegaarden, and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps." He says to the astounded barman. "Open a tab for me, I plan to stick around." It is some time before the rest of the cantina's occupants gather their wits enough to speak, but finally someone speaks up:
"Where have you been?"
"I've been conquering the undersea realms, forging an empire mightier than anything ever seen above the waves. I now control all subaquatic life on the eplanet, and have amassed untold wealth from the hitherto unexploited mineral resources of the ocean floor."

There is a stunned silence.

"But my fingers were going all wrinkly, so I decided to come back here for a pint. Drinks are on me for a week."

With that the wave retreats as quickly as it arrived, but not as quickly as the stampede for the bar now that someone else is paying...