Obese rolled all the way to the local space bar with Tubbz after him, holding

what looked like a small child. 'I'm gonna club you to death with this small

child!!!' Obese got up from where he had been curled up a moment ago as

Tubbz kept rolling into the side of a bar.

'Here we are Tubbz, The Shitz hotel/restaurant' Tubbz had a puzzled and at

the same time pleased look on his chubby face 'Why have we come here,

Im glad, sure but you better buy me some food.' 'all in young time young

Padawan' Tubbz looked even more bemused 'eh?' 'I dunno, I just saw it in a

movie, anyway we've come to find us a pilot to take us to Moldy-an-Cheese'

'Can it be an edible pilot? I'm hungry.'

Obese entered the Restaurant 'hey dudes, I'm lookin' for a pilot to

take me to Moldy-an-Cheese' A group of Snooty men with monocles and Dressing -

gowns were sat by the fire. 'Sorry, I rather do think you've come into the

wrong bar.' Mr Tomato Puree was offended by this comment 'Erm, ok then, you

posh gits, any idea where I can find a pilot to take me to Moldy-an-Cheese?'

with that he dropped a thermal detonator and ran.

BOOM! A monocle flew through the air and hit Obese in the head

'Serves you right you snobs!'. Meanwhile Tubbz had just eaten the corner of

a bar and was being shouted at by the Barman. 'Tubbz, this isn't a chocolate

bar, its a bar which serves drinks you fool' Obese smacked Tubbz on the head

'now lets see if there are any pilots inside' As soon as they walked in the

bar Tubbz had already found something to eat, it came in the shape of a human

sized Polo 'Tubbz get off him!' He spat the polo out....