V: I wanna have some more a dat Chatham Artillery Punch.
E: Good idea. While yer at it, ya see dat guy onna tube in da river behind us? Whyn’tcha smack da crap outta him wit’chyer Half-Rubber stick? Maybe lob a couple rocks while yer at it?
V: Now yer talkin’.
[Photo shamelessly stolen from the most lovely Shoe. Post title shamelessly stolen from Skankin’ Pickle’s song of the same name.]