Doofus, the big gorilla bouncer (complete with a fake shirt chest and a cigar in his mouth, of course), was in a surly mood, wich wasn't suprising. He was always in a surly mood, they hadn't even bothered to draw a happy face for him. Even though he was busy with his favorite thing, busting heads and denying people he didn't like entry into the club, he was still in a foul mood.<br/>Suddenly, a sonic boom could be heard as a trail of smoke, almost looking like a jet exhaust, shot between his legs and into the club. With a furious grunt he turned around, but to slow. The little pest was already in the club, zipping between chairs almost to fast for the eye to follow, demanding attention from a waiter. Doofus eyes narrowed. He couldn't leave his spot at the door, but one day he'd get his hands on that yellow little thing. One day...<br/><br/>Aramis was hyper as always as he rushed around the Club from one place to the other, making things not bolted down fly into the air as he passed by.<br/>"Waiter! Over here, waiter! A big pint of Stout and a bowl of coffee bean porridge, pronto!"