^*^ comes in through the back door of the Mudcat Tavern, carrying a bucket filled with fresh garden ripe tomatoes and a grocery bag with loaves of crusty bread, a jar of real mayonnaise, and several pounds of thick-sliced bacon.

"Anybody hungry? Do BLTs go with whatever it is you're drinking?"

The squid slithers bashfully around the back door and slips noiselessly into the tepid tub of liquid jello.

"Damn, it hasn't set up yet. . . Cook up the damned bacon and feed these fools sandwiches so they stop waving knives and asking for calamari!