[Growltigga]

Like the first ripples upon the waters of the ocean which lead to mightiest tsunamis, a wave of silence echoes out across the party palace, gathering strength as it grows. All fall quiet, the cheerleaders stop cheerleading, the Bill Gates-clone abUsers stop abusing, the FBW wrestlers stop rubbing in the baby oil... all is quiet.

All heads look upwards, shifting shafts of shimmering fire are weaving across the heavens, sparking in the night in glittering bursts of actinic fire. The crowds tremble for verily, they are aware that they are now in the presence of majesty, glory and power in all its incarnations. The chiaroscuro of lights coalesces and focuses on one glittering point, a ball of fire gathers there and the crowds can feel that something great and wonderful is beginning to form there.

The silence is shattered by the most god-almightly loudest guitar powerchord in the history of mankind, a guitar shaped starship erupts from the glowing ball of fire and on the flat top deck, a tuxedo-clad Growltigga can be seen standing, with Sophie Marceau, Ines Sastre, Claudia Schiffer, Heidi Klum and Cindy Crawford arrayed artfully at his feet. Around him, the reformed members of Queen launch into "We will rock you" and the crowd go wild.

The spaceship settles by the VIP suite and Growltigga, looking more debonaire than Piers Brosnan and more sexy than Brad Pitt, walks over to his seat. He nods to Dogscoff and raises his arms, all goes quiet again as the mighty kat turns to faces the adoring crowds...

"Courtesy of Tigg-Scoff plc, let the party begin, the bar is free all night"

Hundreds are trampled in the ensuing stampede