[dogscoff]

While the health inspectors pore over the various violations in the kitchen, Dogscoff slips quietly out to the car park to summon Barry.

He returns to the kitchen with the T-Rex, who has just been promised a sizeable bonus if he'll give the health inspectors a very personal demonstration of our food preparation techniques. Barry is standing just about to bite the head off the nearest inspector when he turns and bonks Barry on the snout with his clipboard.

"Attempting to eat a member of the Galactic Health and Safety executive is a very serious offence. Attempting to do so without first ensuring that he is properly gutted and cooked in a hygenic environment is even more serious. Minus 60000 points.

Also, prehistoric carnivores over 30 tonnes in weight fall under subsection 2.77 of the dangerous animals act. Furthermore I think I can smell fetid chunks of Anklyosaurus meat in between its teeth, which represents a serious hygeine hazard in this food preparation area. Minus 35000 points."

Barry, who is very sensitive about his breath problem, runs from the Cantina in tears.