The tiger spits a hairball in the corner and strolls back out of the Tavern. A concerned bat checks the hairball, not having seen the Squidlets in a while, but there were just some tiedyed fibers and a big toe hangnail.
The bat, relieved, releases some guano onto the hairball then flits up to a dark corner, to hang upside down and consider deep realities,

From somewhere in the distance come the destructive rumblings of an elephant in musth.