The front door of the Saloon bar swings wide and in romps Kev, wearing his latest costume.

“Wassup ? Wings swing, shwoo, feng shui cool cats and cooler kitties ?”

“Dig the threads !”

Merv continues polishing a glass.

“I got dis when I wuz rapping with ma opposite number in the Vatican.”  We wuz goin’ artillery.

I sez  “Ratz, my man, Dude, I’m here about the canon”.  He sez “Yo ain’t got no canon, ‘Vin, my man”.

I sez to him ” Thassright, your badass pointed-hatness.”

“We’s due a canon.  I means, I was seriously put out when you made the first Canadian canon St Dudley Dooright !  He’s filth, man.  You know.   Stuffed AND mountied”

So Ratz sez “Who is you thinkin’ is gotta be yo canon, then bro’ ?  That Mac Killer woman ?”

And I sez “No way, Happy Jack.  I’s talking about me !”.  “No Way !”  “Way !”  “No Way, man.”

And Ratz sez “Look”, wot I can do for ya, is that I can get you one of dees” and he lifts his lid and he gives it me.

I sez “Cool”.  He says “WAY cool”

I sez “’S a miracle, man”

He sez, “No for dat you gets a canon”

Digital mischief c/- Warrigal