[Growltigga]

Growltigga walks in to the Clone Cantina, he surveys the dreary surroundings of the fake establishment and then walks outside.

He turns to the assembled ranks of Byzantine, Saracen, Almohad and Spanish military might.

"Men, mongoose, raccoons and other assorted woodland creatures, this is it, the big one. Light those naptha bombs, fire up the siege engines, terminate with extreme prejudice, this is not any hicksville redneck bar that needs torching, this is plagiarism"

"Cry havoc, and let slip the squirrels of war"