FF:QLD Enter the Coloseum.

<Resists urge to belt Grieyls over the head with his pool cue>

See, I'm learning . . .

 

Good for you Mr Ewok, you've taken the first step

 

Killer, why is that vein on top of your head throbbing like that?

 

Arrrrrgggghhhhh It's alive... alive!

 

Must . . . control . . .

 

*takes cover , waiting for KE to explode*

 

<opens trap door in the floor of the colosseum and shoves Mr Ewok in it>

It's for your own good. A little time out never hurt anyone. Just leave Mr & Mrs Tiger alone that's all.

 

I have a bad feeling about this.

 

<sounds of a titanic struggle are heard below the floor boards. Suddenly, a furry form comes flying through the trap-door, landing heavily on the other side of the Coloseum. Killer Ewok stands, with a broken pool cue in his hands>

I sure showed them!

<passes out>

 

Oh my god, he's fallen over. Quick somebody call an Ambulance!...


... Hello, anybody????

 

*calls ambulance* we have an emergency an ewok has passed out

 

<Paces up and down the Coloseum> Damn these emergency vehicles take a long time to get here. Sweety are you sure you called the right people?

 

Unfortunately I couldn't let them in, I didn't want tyre marks all over my colosseum floor. Besides they weren't willing to pay the entry fee.

<Offers wet flannel>

 

Fair enough <takes wet flannel and wipes face> Thanks dude.

 

No problem man. Give it to that animal over yonder when you're finished, he looks as though he could use a wash.

 

What, oh yeah right. <flings flannel over to killer, lands splat on his chest> Man this can really take it out of you, I'm ready for a nap already.

 

Head upto the Emporers (Mine) headquarters on the North Stand. It's sheltered.

 

I'm on my way already.

 

I'll have my slaves, ahhh servants get you a beer.

 

Excellent, now for some relaxing.

 

<Joins Grieyls in the stand and cracks open a beer>

Would you like some grapes?

 

Don't mind if I do, thanks.

 

<small, pathetic groan escapes lips>

 

Did anybody just hear that?

 

<moans>

yes . . .