[Growltigga]

Mac doesn't notice as Growltigga, realising that the incontinent one has stuck a bloody space cruiser on the house tab, sneaks up behind up with his trusty 8 pound titanium alloyed sledge hammer.

With a whoosh of air, the great Kat whallops Mac from behing with said sledge hammer and then sticks the cantina post up Mac's left nostril..

"That'll learn the old' fart' thinks Growltigga, "he always was a lucky pierre"

The forecast is sun sun sun and more bikinis than you can shake your snake at