[pshrynk]

Miyatake awoke with a start. His head was foggy and his tongue was carpeted with something from Rock Lobster's office. He was lying on something squishy that moaned. So far a typical Tuesday night. He extricated himself with a minimum of embarrassing moments involving the beautiful Hilda and her lederhosen.

Looking around at the ruins of the cantina with the parrot in the corner screaming bloody murder, he spied (heh) the trigger mechanism lying under one of Hilda's hobnailed boots. Risking life and limb, not to mention hypertrophied libido he gingerly picked up the boot and snatched the box from underneath.

As he lifted it up, several things when "clunk" and one actually went "ping" and parts fell out. He tried punching in the sequence that the Frenchman had given then, but as expected, nothing happened. He dropped the useless piece of equipment and looked around for alternatives.

Plan B, it was. He went back to the rear of the cantina and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It is me."

"How do I know that?"

"Because Munich is a good place for a nice long saunter."

"When would we be able to get delivery?"

"My hovercraft is filled with eels."

"Come on in, senor. What was all that racket?"

"I have no idea, I was passed out drunk at the time."

"Is that allowed on duty?"

"For certain values of duty, yes. Now, if you would, please, I have need of the Stormtroopers that Hilda has waiting in the back, as well as my ninjas. Please alert them and bring them to the cantina quickly."

"Si, senor!"

Miyatake went back out into the cantina and stood with his hands behind him. Never let a clever plan get in the way of a good brawl was his current motto.