Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150926011422/@comment-26115871-20151010075004

Bouncer: Welcome to Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?

"How tough am I? You got a new jar of peanut butter?"

Bouncer: Yeah, sure.

"It's on! (struggles in vain to open the jar of peanut butter) Uh . . . heh, heh. If I could just run this under some hot water-"

Bouncer: Get out of here kid, you're not tough enough.

"Not tough enough! That is ridic-"

The next person in line - a hellhound - suddenly pounces me from behind. "PEANUT BUTTER!?"

I shriek like a girl and jump into the bouncer's arms. There's a long silence before I sigh and hand the jar to the hellhound, who opens it with no trouble and begins lapping away at the peanut butter as I begin walking away. To my surprise she grabs me by the arm and begins dragging me back towards the building.

Bouncer: Welcome to Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?

The Hellhound scoffs. "How tough am I? HIYA!"

She rips off one of the bouncer's tattoos and puts it back on him upside down.

"Wow."

"Got any more tattoos?"

'''Bouncer: Uh, that won't be required. You two can go in.'''