The guy with the sword had a big swagger, but no follow through. Passed out and fell flat on his face, unable to light the match.

Several denizens of the tavern breathed a deep sigh of relief. Sinsull cackled as she walked out. Everyone else save MMario slipped away into the fog of early morning. He leaned against the bar for a few moments, a pensive expression on his face.

Shaking his head as if shaking off a dream, he straightened and snapped his fingers. He and the squid got busy cleaning up the place of anything that would rot or draw roaches before the next time the tavern opened it's doors.

Decided the best they could do at present once the perishables had been tossed out into the woods behind the tavern was to spread a tarp over the hole in the roof. That done, the squid headed back to the jello pit, not too worried about what had become of the squidlets.

MMario lifted up the door with it's busted hinges and nailed it in place from the inside before slipping out the back door.

Meanwhile, Janie, who had been sitting out in the parking lot, too entitled to help with the clean up, realized her ride had left without her and she was stranded.