[dogscoff]

*Dofscoff springs from his chair and runs out of the bar. There he sees Barry, who has recently eaten one of the FBWs.

'Scoff politely asks Barry for his battlecruiser, and Barry brings it around for him, leaving the keys in the ignition and the engine running while Dogscoff Boards and takes control. He powers down the engine and charges the weapons systems.

Barry begins to back off nervously, and Dogscoff swithces on the ship's external PA system. "Cartoon violence against any other occupant of the Cantina is acceptable, but the FBWs are *UNTOUCHABLE*."

He quickly accesses data on T-rex physiology, in particular details of skin thickness and the layout of the digestive tract. He hands this data over to the ship's computer, which then sets the weapons' power levels to a level which will slice Barry open from groin to gullet without damaging the contents of his stomach. The weapon fires and barry's guts spill out onto the floor, depositting a rather soggy FBW, alive and in one piece. (Luckily Barry rarely remembers to chew when he's upset.)

With that Dogscoff dismounts from his craft and escorts the grateful but smelly FBW back inside, where she is sympathetically received by the other patrons.

Barry meanwhile is left to pick up his innards and find someone willing to sew him back up.