A passing by couple, holding their two kids hands sat on a bench outside the restaurant, unpacked wrapped sandwiches and fruits from their stasis food box. One bounty hunter threw an intimidating look at them, but himself was taken aback when all of the humans showed him the handles of their pistols – including both of their children. The bounty hunter gulped nervously and walked after his buddies inside the restaurant – he was not laughing happily any longer. The door was kicked down, as per longstanding and honorable bounty hunter's tradition, and since this was a fine establishment it collapsed together with its case on the floor, ruining the expensive carpet. Through the dust cloud, the fearsome group stepped forward, and the fellow they called Flyffloff pointed at Captain Anit'za shouting: “Oi!; You, with the fancy uniform!”

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