[Raging Deadstar]

*Raging Deadstar walks in to the cantina after a weeks abscence and orders a rather large brewski. As he begins to drink yet another night away he hears a large clang and the loud metaql bashing gets closer*

Clang Clang, Clang Clang, Clang Clang!

*Turning around he notices GT walking towards him with FBW's and clones hanging from his arms all ready to test drive his new "titanium tinted testicles". Gt clangs off into the distance and RD, looks around*

Say why's it so quiet in here, maybe macs ticker packed in when GT popped his happysacks or the resulting soundwave knocked out the regulars navigation systems.

*Wanders over to rags*

Hmm whats this, a testicle manipulation device? what happens when its turned to a lower setting?

*Ragnarok screams now his testes are the size of peanuts!* SORRY RAGS! I didn't know it would do that!

*Runs off into the distance screaming for forgiveness whilst the fbw's all laugh at ragnarok*