"Alright, Stormy. I'm all lubed up!"
Storm rolled his finger socket. "Don't get cocky now." His thick Irish accent was vocal in the confined space. "It's only Tuesday. We all know Tuesday's are the worst. When ye think you're good, add 'nother layer."
"Man," Roto whined, "I ain't no onion. I don't need no layers. Just one, maybe two, and I'll be slidin' right into that good-good."
"Keep talkin' like that, laddie, and you'll wind up kissin' a gutter. Just because you're new 'round