"The womens, comrade," Blackwulf said, as Bhaghhh-rupth took another swig of ale, "are being like delicate flower. If too many times you are being ignored of them, they are being withered, no?"
"Huh?" Bhaghhh-rupth asked, shaking his head slightly.
"It is being like cabaret," Wulf continued, "only they are not being dancing and instead are being breaking your heart into the millions of teh pieces!"
"Huh?" Bhaghhh-rupth asked again, not sure if it was Blackwulf that he couldn't understand, or if it was the beer talking.
"I am being coming clean!" Wulf broke down, sobbing openly. "I am being having dumped by the woman too!"
"Carla?" Bahghhh-rupth asked.
"No!" Wulf said, the tears flowing down his purple fur like barrel-riders down Niagra Falls. "Sheila! She am being the greatest girl in the world for me and I am being tossing her aside like the leftover cabbage slaw!"
"Cole slaw?" Bhaghhh-rupth asked, tilting his head to the side. "Look, man... I dunno if it's the beer doing the listening... but I can't understand a damn word you're saying..."
"Oh, I've got friends in low places..." came the few opening stanzas of the Garth Brooks classic as a drunken Uncle Otto stumbled up onto the stage, karaoke mic in one hand, a pitcher of lager in the other.
"Oh, that's it!" came the angry voice of Jake from the bar. Pulling out a shotgun, Jake fired a round off into the karaoke machine, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Otto passed out from too much drunken excitement.
"NO MORE KARAOKE! EVER!" Jake's pronouncement echoed over the bar as many metahumans sighed in sorrow.
"Oh, no!" the Lord of the Flies sighed. "How am I gonna pick up women now?"
"What am that being the matter?" Blackwulf sobbed beside him. "How am I ever going to be finding somebody to love?!"
Bhaghhh-rupth merely sat there in confused surprise as the mammoth purple dog-man sobbed wildly on his shoulder...
