Mac, peering from behind the bar with Taz, watches the Greatly upset "current Mrs GT", lay into the poor old furry feline all the while flanked by her own minions of terror, oh oh, I hope this doesn't mean other wives, girlfriends, partners or whatever are going to start inspecting the goings on here at the cantina, is no where safe he mumbles to Taz, while the wiley devil administers brewskises down his countenance and showing him Liz Hurly mags to settle his feeble old anatamy from going into shutdown mode.... He sees GT hand over his golden platinum credit card to his better half with tears streaming down his face, as she quickly takes it and yells "charge it" and proceeds to leave the cantina. The poor tigga is just a smattering of himself as he mumbles, there goes all my profits..... grabs another bottle of top shelf wine and guzzles it down as he contemplates the wisdom of allowing one to apply for credit cards while being married...
With the exit of Lady Tigga, Mac grabs his scientific journal on the theories of Vampires, written by Dr. StakethemAll and Dr. BitemyNeck, thanks Taz for his help in lowering his heart rate, and shuffles over to his table to indulge himself into the research of the undead,
(over in the shadows, without being seen by anyone, The Grinning Gryphin closes his portable fax, erasing the address and the message that was sent, laughing to himself as he watches GT moaning and groaning about his soon to be over used credit card...)
