Smart folks in Willoughby

They held a meeting to decide what to do in case Alan & I were still in town on our Birthday.  No word yet on what they were planning.  Maybe they were going to turn the cannon around, load us into it and have Breda shoot us out of town?  I'm not quite sure they thought their cunning plan all the way through though.  You could probably shove my scrawny ass in there, but I'm not sure Alan would fit.