[Growltigger]

The cantina goes quiet, an ethereal drumroll resounds around the cantina and a variety of faces peer over hastily dislodged tables at the sight of the mighty kat holding a knitting needle in the direction of his oversized happy sacks...

The needle is applied, a vibrant hissing, as if from a very large anaconda, can be heard and the susurration of quite of lot of breaths, held in by the frightened patrons, being let out can be heard....

Oh my god, goes Growltigga, I am losing them, and with a bLast of actinic fire.. the unfeasibly stretched testicles explode, the cantina roof is rocketed up into the sky and all that can be heard is a feline voice, crying in the distance.....

OOOH MY PLUMS