Mac, after seeing all the commotion with the working tools of the FBW being undermined with the confines, walks over to the bar phone and places a call, then goes over and sits at his table.
short time later:
Enter stage left, runnning thru the entrance with Barry hot on their heels, comes a wave of FBWs pouring thru the door, they immediately run up to all the patrons in the cantina, especially GT, and proceed to pummel them with a very large variety of TROUT. After they have satied their thirst for revenge, they throw Barry all the bloody trout, which he quickly devours with a large toothy grin, they then walk over to the current working FBW and yell out so everyone can hear, WE ARE THE FBW UNION, AND WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYONE ANNOYING, PICKING ON, LUSTING AFTER, OR IN ANY WAY BOTHERING OUR SISTER FBWs... WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT.... AND THAT BIG MATTED, FUR BALL GT, BETTER GIVE THEM A RAISE OR ELSE.. After hugs all around with the working FBW and giving the groveling GT a few more smacks with trouts still laying around on the floor, they, walk out.
Mac who was hiding under the table, unscathed, gets up, looks around at the fish scales and internal organs pLastered all over the cantina members, orders a drink from a Fishy smelling Taz, and walks out onto the patio..
[ October 08, 2002, 20:13: Message edited by: mac5732 ]