WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW DOGGIES!
Monroe and Clement and Momma are drivin in their old beat up Ford. Momma speaks.
"You ungrateful shits, you cost us our job last time. You sumbitches!"
Momma begins to hit the two with her purse continuously and the truck begins to swerve. Monroe speaks.
"Easy, Momma, calm down. Now like I said, there wasn't any tag teams around that were any count back then. Now we got us a chance to win them tag titles, YEEHAAW!"
Clement begins to chuckle.
"Ayah, and I believe we can take those city slickers to the wood shed after we get done with a wrasslin em!"
Momma begins to laugh
"And I will handle that little gezabelle of theirs that Queen of Hearts."
Monroe and Clement exchange a glance and Monroe speaks.
"Yeah Momma, you're the queen of farts!"
Momma starts whacking away with her purse.
"YOU SONSABITCHES!! IF WE WEREN'T IN THIS TRUCK, I'D BE KICKIN YER ASSES DOWN MAINSTREET!!"