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| Obi, me boy, you'd best get your Tam o' Shanter on. We don't want to be late for the Scottish Games! | |
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| Yeah, I was gonna talk to you about that. I think I'll pass this year, on account of the Scottish games are pretty gay. | |
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| Son, you're breakin' my heart. These are our ancestors you're talking about. We're of the line of Robert the Bruce. Royal blood flows through our veins! | |
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| You want me to go watch a bunch of big, hairy, sweaty men in skirts and no underwear tossing around giant wooden phallic symbols. | |
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| You'll miss the sheep wrestling, the dirt stacking competition and the bog-twaddling. And a certain someone I know won't be gettin' haggis on a stick. | |
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| Yeah. I'll be at the mall. | |
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