*readies kerosene flask and matches*
Deputize me marshal.
Dawg knows I can't dance in this outfit.
*spit*
Woot...
a dancing deputy.
Now I finally get a gun!
Youse?*spit*
I think cray mighta' meant "peels off clothes" there, Marshal. I'd go cite the critter fir obscenity if'n I was youse.
*spit*
Say, Harry?Y'all shoulda called me -- I reckons I've soaked up enough of the water trough to be used as a pretty good fire extinguisher.
So, uh...where you been?*eats a jar of pro-plus*
*necks twenty three espressos*
*listens to some mad-crazy euro-dance*
You called, m'lud.
You say the nicest things about me, Harry.*delivers fleshy part of self for a nice prick*