NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
Tuor watches from the ruins of his kitchen in disbelief as hungry ALSB patrons wander out of the door looking nervously at the Aerie clones
He brushes some plaster off his shoulder and sweeps the fireplace free of rubble, he snaps his fingers and the heath springs to life agains.
He retrieves Drongo the bedraggled chef from where he is swinging from a half wrecked chandalier and whispers cook barbecued wings, then sets work on some Aerie shish kebabs.
Turns to Desuma
Peace, Are you mad????? we'll lose all our customers.
'Smiles sweetly after the ALSB gang' wolf whistles.. 'hey guys, ya want a take away?'
'Just because we hate each other doesn't mean ya don't have to eat.....come in sit down, enjoy a nice wine, have a bit of lunch, do a bit of sightseeing after lunch, let your little tummies settle down a bit then.....
ALL OUT WAR
Hey Avatar I got a new role in the HADB he he he he he. (good to see you back again mate)
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TUOR, Excrutiatingly Jolly Aerie executioner of the HADB. Head chef at Kentucky Fried Aerie and all round not so nice guy.