[Growltigga]

Growltigga, still finding sand in his underpants (yes, even the kevlar lined airtex comfort fit Y fronts with the reinforced gusset), conflabs with Mac, Gryphin, the FBW's, El Vomito and not forgetting our resident T-Rex valet, El Basmati Barry (he craps rice) and tries to work out why the average IQ level of the cantina has dropped so dramatically since the great Tigga followed Michael Palin's footsteps into the arid ergs and dune seas of the great Sahara....

With the "pling" of an imaginary lightbulb appearing over said esteemed intellecual's heads', Growltigga informs all that Raging Deadstar and Ragnarok are hereby official pronounced as acting like a right pair of muppets and numpty-heads, more associated with lesser known lifeforms and Manchester United supporters...

The verdict is guilty, the punishment is.....

WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT

WHAT HAS THE CANTINA BEEN MISSING? says Growltigga as he saddles up Barry, sidles over to the kitchen door, pulls it open and reveals the slightly mongoosoid hordes of the Byzantine empire....

A DAMN GOOD CHASE THAT'DS WHAT....

off goes Ragnarok, RD defiantly pursued by a rapid Growltigga a la Barry, closely followed by the FBW's, hordes of Hollywood B list actors, Benny Hill, the Senegalese football team, the Byzantine armoured hordes mounted on camels and a small berber villager called Abdul..

The good times are back, David Gervais, come on down and call the cat a bastard, feel free to join in...