[The video function turns on with a jolt, and on the screen is Tibarn's winged back. He's standing in front of what looks like
some sort of pig-faced alien kid, and the kid's covered in blood.]
[Oh, wait. That's barbecue sauce. That explains that grill-looking thing between them, and all the smoke.]
Hey kid, take it over to the tables, alright? You're holding up the line.
[The kid's
mom pulls him away still eating from a giant bone, and the next alien thing holds out a tray for Flinstones-style ribs.]
[Who's hungry?]