2.18: Juggins-the-wrathful appears

It must be some sort of collective hallucination brought about by the opiate qualities of the smoke suddenly filling the pub and Masongill’s instinctive fury at only narrowly escaping death by shooting, but it appears to everyone that they are now in the presence of fearsome, wrathful Juggins!

“My name is Juggins, King of Travelling Valets; Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”

Everyone freezes in shock and the Barman takes the gun from Froggie while pTravis wraps him in his wings, over-powering him.

(If any smart Alec wishes to point out that this is a blatant misunderstanding of the point of this line in the original poem, let them be quiet and not spoil things for the rest of us.)