[Growltigga]

Growltigga is sitting in his palatial office, happily running through the latest quarter-end accounts for Tigg-Scoff PLC which, naturally, are showing a healthy increase.

"Damn" thinks the mighty cat, "those Americans can really drink alot of this carbonated piss we send over there and beating up Bill Gates clones has become THE bar-sport for techno-nerds everywhere"

Growltigga continues to look through the post and comes across an envelope marked "Phase Distortion Plane Shifting Device - Free Trial". Reading through the bumff, GT discovers that by way of a week long free trial, a phase distortion plane shift device has been activated in the cantina, with the effect that 'things' get moved randomly around. Growltigga is sitting there pondering on the infinite and the potential comic mayhem that such a device could cause when suddenly, out of the office ceiling, a rain of decent british beer falls upon the cat's head, closely followed by a bevy of naked FBW's. Growltigga grins and thinks 'hmmm, beer covered totty on tap, it just doesn't get as good as this (even better than Geo's tied up with Lucy Lui and a tub of crunchy peanut butter fantasy).

The curtain drops and all that can be heard are slurping sounds, hiccups, giggles and a trumpet going 'mwa mwa mwa mwaaaaaaaa'