Hank probably had it right, staying in the bathroom all the time. I scuttled behind the counter in a nervous state as the knife that almost peirced Batty's wing thudded in between some cups on my glass racks. Shoving aside some small barrels of Dark Ale, I crouched. Lulled by the soft zing of knives whizzing overhead, and the sweet smell of the Ale, I soon dozed off.



As Ducky crept behind her counter, Batty indignantly flapped his wings. "I say, Dev old chap, tryin' to knock off a chap's flippin' wings isn't good manners, doncha know--" His interesting attempt at Hare speech was cut short as he realized who exactly he was quarreling with. He kamikazed towards the Empress and she leapt away. They cowered beneath a table. Cobra and BlackSheep seemed oblivious to their surroundings, having discovered a half full bottle of Dandelion Whisky. Strong stuff, that. They were playing an odd drinking game over their table in a very bright corner. Blackie's hair had come undone, all over her face which resembled Cobra's, whose face matched her hair. They chanted loudly. Devan turned towards them, obviously annoyed. "SHUT UP!" He bellowed. Cobra and Blackie looked at him, and erupted into tempests of laughter. They appeared to be suffocating, collapsing into their collapsible chairs. Kovu, not quite as over-the-edge as them, dodged a chair and a random knife. There wasn't anywhere safe! He sought refuge in a half empty bottle of pickles beside the bar.

`Ducky