The old wize one, notices one of the old regulars who has been away from quite some time. He motions a group of the FBWs over and whispers into their ears. They immiediatly surround the Saxon while another pours coins into the jukebox. They then begin to gyrate and grind around, up against, and into poor old Saxon... The Old one waves and raises his glass in toast to another old regular who found his way back home once more......., (after which, he pushes the button on his secret bag which in turn sends electric shocks into Renegades Buttocks )
