[Trajan]

...Having suffered most mightly during Dogscoff's "induced Travolta dancing" Trajan and his not-quite-dead-yet Legionaires begin tearing off the white polyester pant suits and white leather loafers.

Looking around for a means to get the ringing BeeGee's sng out of their ears, Trajan and gang are suddenly covered in slime and stuck where they stand on the dance floor.

When the "Great sucking" sound begins the legionaires begin falling towards the gaping maw and into the darkness beyond. Trajan, always the politically minded not-so-very-dead roman emperor, notices that the great sucking sound appears to orginiate from a hole which has the apparent shape of Ross Perot's weasely face.

Like all things politcally associated with Ross Perot, the whole scheme (pun intended) collapses upon itself with a loud kaazoooom signalling yet another failure of Ross Perot's political career.

The goo covered patrons of the Cantina begin to scrape the muck and slime from all their crackls and crevices.

Edited to account for Trajan's curious inability to spell.

[ October 25, 2002, 19:07: Message edited by: Trajan ]