Back in Business (finally pay the tab at Trafalgar)

[Shamus]

*if you bring scotch you can come

Fowler!

Foooowwlllerrrr!

Take a deep breath, mate, and pay no attention to the hairs rising on the back of yer scabby neck.

Spirits can't drink spirits, ya blinkin' fool! But they can come back to wish yer luck.

And why would ye be naysayin' me good Irish brethren from Arranmore? May Brigit bash yer noggin fer that slight!

Alrighty then! Gotta float on. Got picked right away fer St. Mike's billiards team, due to my fine carom on the Ska Ralla corner pocket shot. We've got a big tourney against the Cherubim tonight!

Good luck, old friend. And don't try lightin' no cheroots on a laser beam when yer tired. Trust me.

Bye, Foowwwwlerrrrr!

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