I definitely don't wish to order a (Dino) Martini. I fear I might become too dizzy and fall off my camel. Anyway, a beer with a little honey would hit the spot. Tut turns to see his camel peeking into the doorway. "Don't get any ideas of showing off in here," Tut says with a firm voice. "Even though you like to dance, your style would lead to many sore feet after you finish stepping on them." Tut finds a table to relax and wait on his order.