Trajan parks his high-speed Corvette with the pleather seats and furry dash outside the cantina. Tossing a few dollars into Barry's tip jar, he walks into the cantina and strolls up to the bar, grabs a stool and orders his morning brew.
"Taz, can I have a hot double-shot espresso please....I have some serious waking up to do this morning!".
Looking around, Trajan, notes that there are some FBW's discussing their Dumbluck encounter, and wondering why someone would run away so fast from something so lovely as the FBW's.
Cheers!
Trajan