A young man wearing a black outfit with a mask and a sheepish expression enters The Club. He walks up to a Huge Mound of what looks like Fur and makes a polite cough to attract attention. The mound suddenly opens huge, fiery eyes and growls something unheard.The young man is slightly put out by this but has a duty.
"Look, death Tribble I wish to say I'm sorry.Again. I did not know you were a BritonEven if you are a London man and I just wanted to set things strait.So if you could stop casting horrible curses at me that would be nice."
He waits with Baited breath for the rather handsome creatures answer . . .