Hmmmm We need a Licence?
*Quickly forges one putting barry the T-rex's name as manager*
Trading Standards Officer "Excuse me Sir, Do you have a licence?"
"Take it up with the Management"
*Points to the door leading into the parking lot, past the health inspectors who are shocked at the GHB's (Gravitational Hellbore) wiring, and the Trading Standards man walks straight out into Barry's path
*CHOMP*
*Sigh* "I hope the new establishment has a Null space cannon which destroys Health Inspectors, Trading Standards, Bus drivers and any other government officials!"
