As Mac gets up off the floor by his table, he looks bewildered, Now who moved the damn chair he yells, some people just have no repect for old geezers around here
He sees mlmbd cooking up some steaks and places his order for one, medium rare, sour cream on the potatoes. As Mac walks back to his table, he sees a very large pile of what appears to be a yellowish green, slimey pile of what could only be termed as Snotty Mucas laying on the floor. Hmph, GT is slipping letting this kind of thing around here, how is one to eat and inbib upon the pleasures of brewskis with this putrifying essance around. He rights a note to the furry feline to please clean up the despicable concoction upon the premisis. YUK....
Mac checks his chair over, to make sure its ok, places, nails spikes into the feet and floor to make sure it doesn't move again, and proceeds to growel at primative as he sees a LH clone upon his arm, now that is just the Last straw, he immediatly walks over to the pie dispenser, puts in his minerals, retrieves several cream pies and proceeds to lob them in primitives direction
just some ideas mac