[dogscoff]

*Back from an accidentally-extended business trip to the southern parts of Germany, Dogscoff enters the Cantina in armoured lederhosen, comically clutching some kind of large sausage.

"Time for a little redecorating."

Within seconds, a swarm of genetically enhanced builder-crabs descend upon the cantina, ripping out fixtures and fittings around the very customers. No sooner is the room stripped bare than the industrious crustaceans begin to refit it to look like a genuine Bavarian beer hall, complete with wooden benches, big barrels 'o beer and a stein-swinging oompah band in the corner.

The Kylie clone waitresses and FBWs are sent away to change into their new, highly improbable, Oktoberfest-style bosom enhacing uniforms, and everyone is immediately served (and required to gulp down) two large steins of highly potent CantinaBrau.

Spotting a mysterious energy being sat in the centre of a group of admirers, Dogscoff sists himself at a table next to her, using the energy fields given off to charge his laptop.