[Puke]

puke raps on the table where he is sitting, and a FBW scurries off to fetch him another pint of Spaten.

"you know, i dont think these Won-Ton chaps appreciate cartoon violence, creative writing, and the obsolecense of technological destructive devices.

"You see, missiles, nukes, orbital bombardment, and assorted sundry methods of mass destruction just dont work here." puke muses as another orbital plasma bolt is fired from one of SIU's warships, dispersing harmlessly in the magical aura about the Cantina. "Theres no trumping here, so pull that poker out of Ashton's tooshie, and throw a creampie."

And with that final remark, puke downs his pint, slams the glass on the table, produces a high caliber Thompson Contender by legerdomain, and procedes to blow a six-inch hole in SIU's chest.

The gaping wound splatters GT a bit, whom had been standing on the other side of him at the time, and dripps a little on the floor. SIU's blinks at the cavernous hole in his chest, but is otherwise unaffected by the trauma.

puke puts his Tompson away, and raps on the table for another pint of Spaten.

"Now you see how a pie would have been more effective, as at least you would have been temporarily blinded by the cream in your eyes. Go get a mop, son. You're leaking on the floor."