SenenAnep shifted his wig just right (with a little tilt), and he straightened the hoppity horse that he was on. Tying the horse to the nearest pole, he shifted the kilt and mozied on in to the building expecting trouble. The Nubian was surprised that wasn't the case. Nodding to the biggest, meanest, toughest hombre in the place, he sat at the local bar stool where somebody was playing with a Bes doll (bought along the Nile).

"Get me a glass of your best sasparella," SenenAnep said to the local bartender as he dared to face his back to anybody that came near.