There is a knock at the tavern door.

The Black Belt Caterpillar Wrestler turns and sees the figure of himself entering the bar.

“Critical mass!” he shouts and a moment later there are several implosions around the room as Black Belt Caterpillar Wrestlers vanish and the air rushes in to fill the voids.

One Black Belt Caterpillar Wrestler remains, standing swaying in the middle of the room.

“Do you still want all these pickled cabbage and salad cream sandwiches?”