[geoschmo]

Geo sat at a table with his back to the wall keeping a close eye on Dogscoff. He had come very close to storming out of the bar the moment his third head had finished sprouting. Only the excellent customer service of Taz kept Gt from losing a valuable customer.

First he was given several drinks on the house. Well, he was told they were on the house. Knowing the Big Cat's galactic level of tightness with the purse strings, Taz had actually put them on Dogscoff's tab. That old sea bag will never know anyway, he's always too sauced by the time it comes to settle up.

Next Geo was provided with a Kevlar turtle neck sweater, with titatnium plate inserts, to keep Dogscoff, or anyone with similer ideas from doing anything else silly.

So there Geo sat, thinking just about everything was ok. Now if he could only get this smelly octopod to relinquish it's perch on top of his newly formed head. Apparently it had grown quite fond of living on Geo's body, and was not showing any interest of leaving. It wouldn't be so bad he thought, if he could just get it to stop moving it's little magic marker mouth every time he talked in such a mocking way. That was very annoying, thought Geo.