[dogscoff]

*dogscoff, now apparently 135 years old, mutters and curses incoherently. He knows it will soon be time to continue his rollercoaster tour of the spiritual worlds and afterlives, and so hands over his ceremonial robes and control of the cult to Raging Deadstar, who so far is the only Cantina regular to join. I know I can trust RD to continue the cult in it's fine tradition of deviancy and violence.

As his final act in this frail old body, dogscoff instructs his nurse to slip a few elephant-strength laxatives into the nutrient supply on Powerman's powerarmour. The Last thing dogscoff hears as he shufles once more from the mortal realm is a comical set of toilet noises followed by screams of disgust as powerman fills his own metal suit...