The door hissed open and a trio of Starhogs from the Harleyan Anomalie entered, knocking asteroid dust out of their protective coveralls. Long flexible tubing dangled from the helmets they wore, trailing on the barrooom floor as they sauntered to a booth. From the ends of the tubes a purplish smoke rose into the air. The bouncers strode up to their table, the largest clearing his thraot and saying "now see here mate. Knot off the ends of those tubes or I'll have to ask you to leave. You know what that stuff does to the atmosphere in this place!" And it was true...there was a slight but perceptible increase in the kinetic energy in the tavern, voices had risen measurably, more physical contact (both of a friendly and hostile nature) was occurring. The purple stuff was emitted by the very bodies of the Starhogs themselves, a byproduct of their curious metabolism conjoined with digestion of massive amounts of the seeds of the Prelnian Moonflower. One pound of these seeds could be converted into one hour of travel at light speed, and due to this, the range of this rather unpleasant breed of space trash was nearly unlimited.

Grelnog "Sonny" Bargerneg, the hulking leader of the trio, stood up, nearly planting his flat nose against the face of the Kangariod Bouncer. The bouncer, in spite of his steely resolve, felt his composure crumbling, but Sonny suddenly smiled. "Sure Hopper," he grinned. "Me and the boys are just peaceful citizens lookin' for a drink and a laugh." He raised the bundle of tubes from the floor, letting the smoke waft momentarily in the face of the Kanga bouncer, watching the bouncer's eyes redden and his jaw clench. Then Sonny twisted a knot into the tubes which emitted a series of sharp squeaks. He spoke to his pals while holding the bouncer impaled on his stare, "Dirty Ed, Babyface...do like the nice hopper says."

Sonny dropped into the booth seat and yelled "can we get a star-humping waitress over here?!"