"I thought I was gonna get a cab out of the deal," drawls Mad Jack to Third-Eye who is still hopping atop the LowWater Bar.

"Get out! You're fired!" shrieks the banshee to Third-Eye, and she takes a beer bottle and smashes it against his still hopping knee, which demolishes his dance crashing to the floor where Mad Jack grabs him up, and together they hobble back, back, from the thrown glasses, bottles, broken barstools, tables, loose quarters and childrens jacks that gravitate magically to the banshee's fingers and are cast like shooting stars across the room.

Mad Jack and Third-Eye retreat to the back door of Low Water Bar and escape with their lives, if not their pride, and one last hurled object, the large honey-ham of Third-Eye, prize from his Buddha-admiring girlfriend, Sweet-buns.