[dogscoff]

Another normal, peacefu day in the Cantina- the regulars can be seen scatterd about the room, drinking, chatting and leering over the FBWs. A few escapee tribbles scamper across the floor, hotly pursued by a cleaver-wielding Taz, and 'Tig is sat at a corner table counting Last week's takings while two FBWs massage his executive stresses away. There's a guy in the corner juggling live neutron grenades and wafting in from outside is the distant yet unmistakable sound of a traffic warden being messily devoured by a T-Rex in a tuxedo.

Suddenly, the lights go out. A chill wind bLasts through the Cantina and all the furniture begins to rattle. 'Tigga's fur stands on end and glasses all around the room explode spontaneously. Just then, blood starts dripping from the cracks in the ceiling and doorframes, forming itself into letters to spell out a message from beyond the grave...

"That bloody hurt."

The lights come back on, the jukebox restarts and everything appears eerily normal again. Suddenly, the undead manifestation starts again, and another message appears on the wall below the first:

"Oh, Taz, pour me a pint of the usual will you?"

[ March 03, 2003, 09:25: Message edited by: dogscoff ]