[dogscoff]

Dogscoff sits at a quiet table in the bar, a host of adoring lobsters and octopi gathered around his feet. He flicks idly through the menu, but finds nothing to his taste.

Casually, he gets up and wanders over in Geo's direction. With one sudden movement he produces an antique samurai sword from his coat and swipes GeoSchmoe's head clean off.
"He'll soon grow another one" he mutters to himself.
he grabs the severed head by the hair and throws it to Taz behind the bar. "Fry that up in some butter and garlic would you?"

He orders another beer and returns to his table.