[Growltigger]

The swing doors to the kitchen are pushed open and Growltigga can be seen peaking through, pointing his Napoleonic telescope toward the bartender.

"Right" sniggers the mighty feline, "any staff of mine that give funny Norwegians holding rusty (yet pointy) spears free drinks on my damn tab have asked for it...." the doors close again and then are pushed open by the tip of a very large steaming incandescent red hot poker ominously mounted on a cast iron trebuchet....

Growltigga reappears holding a pad with a green button, he walks over to the bartender and says "look, a 100 mineral note is lying on the floor" the bartender bends over excitedly, just as GT pushes the green button...

The air sizzels and is parted by the passage of a 9 foot long red hot poker which unfortunately or fortunately depending on your point of view, hits the bartender right up the ringpiece..

The smoke clears, a gentle hammering can be heard as Growltigga is posting a new sign that says, "Barstaff wanted, great rates of pay and life insurance offered, come back Taz, all is forgiven"..

GT walks over to the crusty old peasant in the corner who is seated on his favourite haemmorroid ring... "how's it going grandad? where have you been?"

Something better happen soon as the kitchen is getting very full of killer mongoose