Charlie Left Legs sits down at the first level of the wooden platforms, drinking a massive glass of whiskey, or 'giggle-juice' as he calls it. The other mobsters partying, (except the caterpillar, he's nervous as always,) with Hardtop Harold observing and yelling out announcements.

Charlie, readjusting his hat, looks around the bar, ready to party. Tossing the glass cup away, whilst the first row of his arms cross.

"This has got to be da best parties we've ever hosted, eh?" Charlie says, approaching the group of mobsters with an easy-to-see, smug grin.