The Guv'na: I'm a man, and I need a drink!
Moondoggie: So? Go get one.
The Guv'na: I gotta get one from Sir Toughington's!
Moondoggie: Hey-whoa, people go into that bar, and never come out y'know.
The Guv'na: Let's go.
The Legendary Wulfe: Can I come?
The Guv'na: Are ye' tough???
The Legendary Wulfe: I'm more of a ''Cool, and Sexy'' type.
The Guv'na: Oh, sorry, we need ''tough'' if we're gonna get a drink at that bar.
The Legendary Wulfe: Okay, that's fine.
Moondoggie: Why aren't we driving there? My feet are killin' me....
The Guv'na: Cuz' we're tough!
Belazor: What are you two doin?
The Guv'na: Bein' tough!
Belazor: Tougher than me?
The Guv'na: Yeah! So!?
*Belazor obliterates Moondoggie by snapping his fingers*
The Guv'na: Holy S**t!---*Runs like the wind*
Booger: What are you running for?
The Guv'na: Uhh...nothin'....just goin to Sir Toughington's.
Booger: Wow, that IS tough.
The Guv'na:Yeah, I can take it.
Booger: *Chucks knife at The Guv'na*
The Guv'na: MY ARM! You threw a knife in my arm! What'sa matter with you!?
Booger: Ooooh Guv'erned. You can't survive in Sir Toughington's you crybaby.
The Guv'na: That remains to be seen.
*Meanwhile at Sir Toughington's*
Helena_lou: Wanna drink hon'?
The Guv'na: Hot waitress? In a place like this? Whatever.
Bartender: What do you want, you **********!
The Guv'na: I wanna drink! Cuz I'm tough!
Bartender: YOU'RE tough!???
The Guv'na: Don't believe me???
Bartender: Well, there's a knife in your arm, and you didn't even request medical attention, that's tough.
The Guv'na: Yeah! It is!
Bartender: What'll it be, tough guy?
The Guv'na:
Moondoggie: So? Go get one.
The Guv'na: I gotta get one from Sir Toughington's!
Moondoggie: Hey-whoa, people go into that bar, and never come out y'know.
The Guv'na: Let's go.
The Legendary Wulfe: Can I come?
The Guv'na: Are ye' tough???
The Legendary Wulfe: I'm more of a ''Cool, and Sexy'' type.
The Guv'na: Oh, sorry, we need ''tough'' if we're gonna get a drink at that bar.
The Legendary Wulfe: Okay, that's fine.
Moondoggie: Why aren't we driving there? My feet are killin' me....
The Guv'na: Cuz' we're tough!
Belazor: What are you two doin?
The Guv'na: Bein' tough!
Belazor: Tougher than me?
The Guv'na: Yeah! So!?
*Belazor obliterates Moondoggie by snapping his fingers*
The Guv'na: Holy S**t!---*Runs like the wind*
Booger: What are you running for?
The Guv'na: Uhh...nothin'....just goin to Sir Toughington's.
Booger: Wow, that IS tough.
The Guv'na:Yeah, I can take it.
Booger: *Chucks knife at The Guv'na*
The Guv'na: MY ARM! You threw a knife in my arm! What'sa matter with you!?
Booger: Ooooh Guv'erned. You can't survive in Sir Toughington's you crybaby.
The Guv'na: That remains to be seen.
*Meanwhile at Sir Toughington's*
Helena_lou: Wanna drink hon'?
The Guv'na: Hot waitress? In a place like this? Whatever.
Bartender: What do you want, you **********!
The Guv'na: I wanna drink! Cuz I'm tough!
Bartender: YOU'RE tough!???
The Guv'na: Don't believe me???
Bartender: Well, there's a knife in your arm, and you didn't even request medical attention, that's tough.
The Guv'na: Yeah! It is!
Bartender: What'll it be, tough guy?
The Guv'na:
Chocolate Milk in a sippy cup please.