The boys have by now completely lost count of how many beers they have chugged.

Doug: "I make it 72..."

Bob: "Take off, hosehead! It's 67!"

Shane: "No it ain't! It's 95. I got 5 beers ta go."

Don: "Yer a flippin' liar! You never got past 58 beer and you know it!"

Shane: "You callin' me a liar?"

Don: "Does a skunk smell?"

Shane: "Nobody calls me a liar! I'd kill my own brother if he called me a liar!"

Don: "I am yer flippin' brother, loser! Or didja forget?"

Shane (getting up, albeit unsteadily...): "Okay, that's it! Step outside, jerkball!"

Don: (shaking up a beer vigorously, while covering the top with his other hand) "Ya sure ya got enough energy to make it outside, dipwad?"

Shane takes a swing at Don, just as Don uncovers the beer, which squirts all over Shane and Bob. Everybody starts yelling. The 2 brothers grapple and knock over the entire table full of Molson Canadian. The McKenzie brothers scramble to save the beer. Don and Shane roll around on the floor, upsetting chairs and scuffling and swearing.

Johhny Death raises a cheer, hoping Don and Shane will kill or at least maim each other.

Gordon Heavyfoot wakes up to the sounds of combat and panics. His eyesight is none too good, due to the effects of a case or 2 of Molson Golden, and he mistakes the wooden cigar store Indian figure at the corner of the bar for his old nemesis, Chief Crowfoot. He charges it with a roar.

The bar patrons scatter in all directions.

Don and Shane are now tangled up in the side doorway, while Doug and Bob are attempting to abscond with the remaining beer.

Gordon reaches his objective and gives the wooden Indian a mighty swat with his left paw, sufficient to propel it skyward toward the large screen TV that is suspended over the bar.

Chief Crowfoot meets the Montreal Expos at centerfield and takes out the TV tube in an explosion of glass and ozone.

Johnny Death applauds and orders a double. All the lights go out.