[Growltigga]

the camera pans back across a bLasted, charred landscape and the mushroom cloud rising above the burst of actinic fire that is all that remains of one of the galaxy's finest watering holes....

Over at Tig-Scoff PLC's offices, the door to the President's office is rudely kicked open by a pinstriped, stylishishly suited Growltigga. The Kat looks at Scoffo sitting in his executive chair and then looks at the personal fluffy bunny assistant cowering by El Scoffo. Growltigga clicks his fingers and the poor girl comes running over to crouch at his feet.

Growltigga lights a large cigar, clicks his fingers a second time and a horde of corporate lawyers, accountants from PricewaterhouseCooopers and muscly bodyguards comes up behind him...
"This" says the Great Kat to El Scoffo, "is what is called a corporate takeover".....

The camera pans back again and focuses on a small figure with concrete boots on being chucked off a bridge by 2 snazzily dressed chaps wearing fedoras, with a splash, El Scoffo disappears under the waves, never to return