Happy holidays. Mind if I join
with one hand.
drink mankind has yet produced.
I need help drinking this. Cool?
harm in this. One of them frowns:
You a homo?
Do I look like a homo?
You got long hair. Homos got long
I hate homos. Arrggh.
Riggs shakes his head, laughs.
Boy, you guys are terrific. You
make me laugh, you just do.
beer and sprays it in the old collie's face.
Riggs leans forward.
This your dog? Nice dog.
He starts to talk to the dog -in
what seems to be the dog's own language.
Very weird, folks...
He coos, snuffles, barks softly, then withdraws,
listening, his ear to the dog's muzzle.
Riggs nods. Frowns.
The others look on, puzzled.
Huh-You know what? He says he
doesn't want you to spray beer in
his face. He says he just hates
A pause. Uncomfortable. Then -
Oh, he does ... ?
Well, mister, why don't you ask
him what he likes...?
What ... ? You want ... oh. Oh,
hell no, I couldn't do that ...
Nossirree bob, you little nut.
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