Running amoke

The Black Eye bar
A full drunken riot was running lose in the Black Eye bar, the
regular haunt of the some of the more 'dodgy' members of the security
department. Chairs, tables, other security members and anything else
that wasn't nailed down was being thrown around and at each other.
The bar owner hid behind the counter, the last time something like
this happened when Harris left the BD and Tiny Jackson was left in
charge, boy, that guy was too nice for his own good, and now Edwards
was behind bars from what he last heard. The riot was enough to
prove that right.
All of sudden the ship began to shake and the lights flickered and
then failed. The riot had halted for a moment and waited. The
lights did not return.
"Let's go ram raiding!" Someone shouted.
There was mass of drunken singing, not easy when your missing most of
your teeth, and fighting.
However, ram raiding requires a car that could go over five miles an
hour, the best the ship had was golf carts but some of the security
thugs had over come that, a giant flexible band to launch the carts
from at shop made from knicker elestic. Now they were off to collect
the band and start some cart launching.
(Warning to the Parrot's bar and all other shops, beware low flying
golf carts)