(Hmm, that's no help, Baz is prey. Maybe I'll use Roxy instead!)<br/><br/>A massive (nine foot) bovine staggers in. She's quite well-endowed in both boobs and udder, but she's obviously not firing on all cylinders, as some would say. A two-fingered (three if you include her hand) hand raises to her head and she blinks<br/><br/>"Ugh, what happened?" she mutters, her London accent strong. "Anyone get the number of that freight train?"