Monster Guy approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"I know where you live and I'll be waiting there for you to come home, then I'm going to do disturbing things to you, I might even cry afterwards because what I did was so terrible. I will gouge your eyes out with a rusty spoon and cut off your fingers, then after that I will fill in your empty eye holes with worms, and I'll burn your fingers together. I will think take off your eyelids and pull your mouth back as far as possible, so people will have to see your everlasting smile... Oh and I'll laugh and laugh! We will even maybe get a beer afterwards! I once killed a cat. Did you know that? And I felt nothing afterwards. NOTHING.
"If your trying to scare me, it's not working, but you do seem pretty tough, so i'll let you in this time."
Monster Guy enters the salty spitoon, teeth sharpened and ready to rip flesh.
Nerd approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
sir, i hayte to imfowrm yew but i did your mother laft nyte so you bedder let me in or i'll kaull the polise bekuse not letting me in is pwejudise.
"I have no problem beating you to a pulp right now, you little brat."
Reg is angry at the Nerd. He better do something quick to avoid a fight! Unless he would rather fight.
Jack Churchill approaches reg.
"Welcome to the Salty Spitoon. How Tough are ya?"
"Any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed.
You want to know why? Well, take for example, the time I captured 42 German officers using my sword. The longbow wouldn't have worked, so I drew my sword as I stormed the bunker. My soldiers like deeming me Mad Jack, and I can't say it doesn't stick."
"Damn, impressive bro. Go right ahead!"
Jack Churchill enters the salty spitoon, with sword in-hand.
