[Raging Deadstar]

*The wind blows solemnly as the coffin of growltigga is taken out of the cantina, carried by the byzantine hordes, covered in a kingly tiger striped fur (hopefully not his own!) The Fbw's trail behind the coffin crying for their fallen master, not an ounce of flesh on show all hidden under black dresses, Mac is obviously more depressed as usual. Ragnarok contemplates life without the fear of the red hot poker cannon (which lays loaded and gliting in the cloud hidden sunlight on top of the coffin), Primitive is wondering whatever happened to Growltiggas pelt and Mlmbd is looking through a big book, probably for a curse to put on dogscoff. Barry howls every few minutes and RD stands there with a shovel (grave digging and filling in is just an occupation of mine) and wonders what the cantina will come to. Meanwhile dogscoff is drinking away his sorrows...*

*The Last thing dogscoff remembers, apart from the time he tried to teach that foreign FBW circle the wagon and ended up locked in the hallway with only a jesters hat from aparty festival to cover his manhood, is the whoosh of air and a metallic clang as he falls off the barstool.*

"Thats for making me wear 80's spandex that time!" Notes Raging Deadstar and begins to walk away, maybe he should have been nicer to dogscoff, after all he did save RD from getting chased by Growltigga and placed himself top upon GT's List of those that have revenge coming to them list! But then again the cartoon violence will never be the same without his lordship!

*RD buys an apple juice and puts a tip in the Growltigga memorial fund, before joining the party outside and waits in anticipation (mostly fear as well) of what GT's will, will bestow upon them*