As Mac is inbibbing upon the wonderous bowls of some real outstanding chili, he notices the Gryphin staring at the contents of the bowls with flamming nostrils and drooling tongue hanging out. Mac quickily pulls out his combullbalator, and continues to indulge himself in the extasy of the refind wholesome anatamy cleansing goodies. Oh no you don't you old Sod, he mumbles to himself.
Mac sees the Furry Tigga enjoying a Faith Hill persona.... (if only he knew that Rags had removed the number on the bottom of the clone,heheh, the number is actually #5) PS the eariler Versions are prone to imploding upon certain indescreations....
In further reading of the Cantina Post, it postulates that numerous Shania Twain Clones have mysteriously appeared, however, upon closer examination it was found that it is only some ingenous covering, whereas, underneathe the fake skin they are really Liz Hurly clones......
poor mumbles and gryphin, fighting over LH like that
mac goes back to refreshing himself with a refill of chili and of course the occasional brewski
a basking in essance Mac