*looks at the new kid*
*elbows haggis*
What's with the kid in the blue long-jons?
Yeah, I'm afeared there ain't no bourbon in these here parts at all. But I do believe there's a bottle of Snake Piss behind the bar right there next to the rot gut. It should do you in some.
*spit*
Ferret? You got a spare ceegar?
*looks at the new kid*
*elbows haggis*
What's with the kid in the blue long-jons?
*tosses a stogie to Haggis*
No ma'am. I'd never insult yer drinks lessen they insulted me first.Are you insulting my drinks?
That there's our new pianer player feller. We been needin' one of them. Didn't you notice how a pianer magically appeared over there by the winder?
Thanks, amigo.
*bites off end of ceegar...spits it into spittoon*
This ain't one of them non-smoking saloons is it?
Ah, screw it.
*lights up ceegar*
No ma'am. I'd never insult yer drinks lessen they insulted me first.
*spit*
That might do.i dont suppose youd like to hear somethin by that beethoven feller. fur elise sounds like somethin we would name a song. i got abilene and back in the saddle again in my pianer fingers
That might do.
I don't suppose you know any Chuck Berry, do you?
Scratch that. He ain't been borned yet.
Maybe some "She's only a bird in a guilded cage." You can ask Miss Nina too. After all, she's the dancin' gal. She must have some music she'd like to be dancin' to.
Finally, a new pianer and pianer player. Its been awhile since we've had either.
You shot the last ones.
There's a heavy cost you have to pay to be a true artist.o get the music out, though, i'll risk getting shot
*holds hands up*
*imperceptible shrug*
i dunno.
but he can't be mad at me even it it was.
you saw how he was waving his hands around in the air,....i can't be blamed for shooting one of them.
*spit*
you saw how he was waving his hands around in the air,....i can't be blamed for shooting one of them.