...Taz, now standing alone among the rubble that once was the mighty Cantina, listens to the wind blowing through the bLasted terrain. Hmmm, sounds a bit like a Country song. Funny what tricks the wind will play at a time like this!
Going through his pockets, (NEVER MIND where those are...) Taz pulls out a well used bar rag.
He sighs as he reflects how he had just gotten the proper gleam to that bar top. With a reverent gesture he lightly places the rag where the bar once stood.
Well like every good cartoon, this too had to come to an end.
Seconds later a whirlwind is seen heading for the horizon.
[ March 16, 2003, 03:35: Message edited by: Taz-in-Space ]