[Puke]

after a solid litte nap, puke strolls back into the cantina.

he takes a look at the new clone detector, and walks safely by. thinking mischiviosuly to himself, he extracts DNA from a FBW with a large hypodermic that he finds lying about, and inserts it into his pocket clone-o-matic.

a whole line of identical FBWs pop out and inflate to full size, and puke chases them through the front door, where they are squished by the GHB.

collecting the remains in a box, puke returns to his regular table and sets up his own little stage show with miniturized FBWs on the tabletop.

Send over a drink, and reconcile my tab.