Luter: *slowly turns to look at morgan * what did you do this time, this is the last possible tavern. please, i desperately need a drinks a break.
Morgan: inexplicably using the swordfish, that use to hang above pub sign, as back scratcher Hey this is not my fault... probably?!
Luther: *finally notices the swordfish and booking it out the door *RUN! you massive idiot, if we get killed for this I'm never talking to you again.
Morgan: * she runs after him followed by a mob of upset drunks* hey that's no fair!

