Eventually waking up (thanx to Taz's cleaners wiping the mop over his face) Raging Deadstar decides that he must unveil the reason why he came to the cantina. Getting on a stool, and promptly falling off after the *cough*free*cough* drink he found Last night, he announces that he must relinquish an empire of his, and needs a very special emperor to take contol of it. Will anyone come to his help?
Reply to GT: Actually no lol, i live near Carlisle, which is in the lake district, cumbria. Trust me, Hull, Leicester or Birmingham look like this place on happy hour compared to cumbria! And don't worry about the whole "trying" thing
The little tykes don't figure out what ur doing until they're about 7!