Dan**: Hoo doggies. What in the livid hell did old Scotty say to ye pack of drabble tails in that first intermission? Did he go full on Winston Churchill-fight-on-the-beaches on your asses?
Morgan: Nothing too crazy thank you Dan.
Dan: Well, now walk us through that period of play. It seems that you were on some spiritual uprising, hellbent on locating Nirvana in the long lost valley of the Incas. Or am I off base with this narrative?
Morgan: Not at all Dan, Valley of the Incas and also we laid down a few bucks to goad Schuffles into punching Evans in the teeth. Its rare that Mark plays the frickin' heel... soo....
Dan: Thanks, go forth and slay young gentleperson.
<<** Ok, ok, I had to take a few liberties with Dan's personality>>