[Taz-in-Space]

..Taz pauses in his bar-tending duties just long enough to wave to the old regulars as well as those just starting to check out this weird place.

Hearing a call for:

Shepherd Neame Spitfire Ale

Taz opens a new cask and drains off the top half in the interest of quality control... Yep, good Kentish ale! Releasing a burp that reverses the flight route of a mongoose someone threw at the bar, Taz begins to pass out the remainder of the cask.

While most of his attention is focused on his tasks, Taz notices a faint ticking. Hmmm, does somebody have a very loud watch or is that some bomb timer going?
Oh well, what can a mere bomb do that hasn't been done here before?

Hey Everyone, try the Twiglets the Cantina is serving at the bar - it only LOOKS like tree twigs covered in Marmite!

[ January 24, 2003, 04:50: Message edited by: Taz-in-Space ]