[primitive]

Primitive turns round at the sound of a hunting horn being blown for all its worth, the cantina kitchen doors burst open and there is Groltigga mounted on an extinct dinosaur, A pack of small rodents follows, then some scantly clad women, and then some has-been actors and musicians. Nothing to worry about.

Wait, behind them follows 60 fierce pen wielding lunatic auditors. This is truly a sight to fear. Had primitive had anything to audit he would have been nervous, but as he gets all his money from bullying milk-money from school-kids, he relaxes.