[primitive]

primitive walks over to David Gervais table.

" Hey fella, you that crazy artist dude? "
DG watches the hulking brute leaning over his table.
" Yes." DG answer with a squeeky voice, obviously a little intimidated by the sheer size of the savage.
" Hey, I buy you a TAB" (or was it a drink on my tab, don't remember)

primitive slides in beside DG in the sofa, pinning him against the wall, leaving him no option but to accept.

" See lotta great paintjobs round here, you maka them ?"
" Yes, some of them." DG seem to relax a bit, maybe the fiendish fiend isn't so bad after all.
" You maka primitive one too ? " primitive asks with a sheepish grin, while fumbling his rusty (yet pointy) spear.

Felling even more secure, DG slides under the table.

"Let me have a look at you and see if I can get get some inspiration " DG says from the other side.
" Hmmm. The low sloping forehead, lots of muscles, the obnoxious body odor. Yes, I get an image here." David says.

"Wot is it ?" primitive asks, with the look on his face of a child ready to open his X-mas presents.
"I, I see Conan th..."
"Wot" With a mighty roar, primitve springs to life, wielding his rusty (yet pointy) spear "You think I look like that girlie O'Brian fella"

Running from the cantina, we can hear DG screeming " The Barbarian, I ment the Barbarian".

primitive starts to follow, but is distracted by a Marmite-covered FBW trynig to do the limbo to the tick-tick-tick sound on the bardisk.