Mac, looking at the desolation of where the infamous Cantina stood and all the members just standing around like they are all lost. hmm, Mac takes out his universal spatial phone, places a call, then waits. dum de da, dum de da,...
After a short time, a dented, well used, BC lands in what remains of the parking lot. The door opens in the side and a mixture of various creatures with crates unload.
Hey You Old Geezer, where do you want these tents and tables, One being that looks like a head of lettuce yells at Mac. He replies Over that big Crater. The beings set to work, and in less then an hour, They have set up a huge Pole tent with various tables and chairs, and even a small protable Bar. Mac paints a sign and hangs it on the entrance poll...
TEMPORARY CANTINA UNTIL DECISISON IS DECIDED ON
underneathe, Tazmanian Bar Tender Wanted, 10,000 Minerals....
Mac walks over to a table, sits down, opens a brewski the Lettace creature game him, waves at the ship as it takes off, and sits back and waits..... (hmm, at least it'll keep us dry for now
just some ideas mac