[dogscoff]

*Dogscoff lies broken on the cantina floor, staring death in the face for the third time that fortnight. The missiles screaming down through the stratosphere, and he watches them philosophically.

"Life sucks, then it's over" he muses.

"And then it sucks all over again. And again."

He decides he can at least get one more chuckle before being hideously exploded into bits. He reaches painfully into his back pocket and pulls out his "exorcism for dummies" book. He quickly steps to the appropriate page and performs the necessary rites. There is a horrific scream and a swirling vortex of wind and debris. He smiles, happy ikn the knowledge that Ragnarok has now been banished to eternal agony and damnation.