Make Bugs the cashier

"You gotta be kidding me, Redd! You want me to stay back in the cage and count the cash? You must be off your rocker!" Bugs grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest and dwarfing the swivel chair she was sitting in. No uniform would fit her especially well and this one was no exception: the bow-tie looked to be **** her thick neck a bit and her arms were threatening to tear open the seams of the otherwise smart red blazer she'd been redressed into.

Robin laughed awkwardly, wondering if Bugs could sense her real thoughts: with Bugs working as a cashier, the cage that ordinarily protected the cashier would really be more for the protection of the customers. She'd just picked the only role in the casino where she could be sure Bugs wasn't going to crush anybody's skull. "Now, now, Bugs! You're a smart cookie! Counting the cash ought to be easy for you!" she responded with a placating smile.

Bugs wasn't placated. The corner of the woman's lips rose in a snarl as she watched various customers going by-- customers that were given the rare privilege of ignoring her completely if they wanted to. "If you trust me, put me on the floor! I'm begging you!" she pleaded again, putting on an unusual display of puppy dog eyes. "I just wanna gnaw on... one little customer!" she added, licking her slobbering lips with her long tongue, than wiping the drool away with her sleeve.

"There's the old Bugs, ha ha... No gnawing the customers allowed! I think it's all for the best that you're back there. I'm not sure if people can sue an establishment in hell, but I don't want to find out!"