Last Word

[Briar]

Or...in lamemen's terms, whore.

[AoU]

I AM NOT LAME

[Briar]

Says the man in the chair.

[AoU]

*cries* I hope you enjoy it. This will be the last time I ever envy you.

[AoU]

I can't help it, I'm old and my foot just isn't what it used to be.

[Briar]

Get a new foot. I suggest rabbit.

[AoU]

Wouldn't a goat look funny with a rabbit's foot?

[Briar]

Yes. Then we will all laugh at you. But you'll be lucky.

[Briar]

Then this will be the last time I smack you with a stick

[AoU]

I'd be careful, an eye for an eye and all that.

[Briar]

Nope. I'm good on eyes. Thanks though

[AoU]

I'd say you're bad on the eyes but that's kind of mean and I'm never mean.

[Briar]

Except that one time at band camp....

[AoU]

That was a secret, you weren't supposed to tell.

[Briar]

I didn't. Only alluded.