(The doors slams open and a tall stranger in long cape and black slouch hat, carrying a D-28 in one hand and a Smith and Wesson in the other, walks into the Tavern).

(He puts the gun in his pocket,so everyone will know he's glad to see them, because he cares what they think about him very, very much) Gimme a double Guiness, but put it in a coffee-mug.
(Bartender looks up: "Is that fok**ing noon out thar agin??")

Damn, MM, good to see ya, and a good tune well sung. Fine timbre you got.

If that MEEE-bo comes in here tell him to grow his hair long! Then he'll get lassies. (Drinks) Boy, I needed that. Damn whiners all over the threads! Sheesh! Here's to that fine schoolmarm that makes all the boys write pomes. Sure does bring it out in fine style. Give us another tune, MM, an' I'll back ye up.(Drinks).