Raging Deadstar wonders how he ended up in this situation. Sandwiched between two llamas at the bar they buy him another brewski and begin telling stories of pastures old in argentina. Feeling slightly nervous about the fact that these llamas are carrying rocket launchers Raging Deadstar makes his excuses and heads to his ship, returning with a sieve on his head, some body armour, his favourite quantum torpedo launcher and his trusty baguette which is about 2 months old. Feeling ready to get to the bottom of this situation he walks over to Macs table
All is silent, the llamas and Rags stop singing together. Mac gazes up from the newly set chess set he was contemplating and gazes up, the atmosphere is tense, Raging Deadstar loses the nessercary staring contest and blinks. He sits down slowly and moves his pawn two spaces forward, Mac accepts this challenge and moves his pawn too. After many exchanges in which Raging Deadstar is losing badly he decides to ask the question he came to ask. As he was about to he realises whats going to happen
The end of the cantina is nigh
