Dexter, I fear you have aroused a sleeping tiger...
Better make that 5 tigers, more likely hungover than sleeping!
(Mick doesn't drink? Bummer, dude...)
OK, 4 Hungover Tigers and one Designated Assassin type.
Then again, any resemblance between Mayo and a real tiger is probably an acid flashback, so...
That makes 3 Tigers, the Designated Assassin, and Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer...
But wait! I live here in Atlanta, so I can't stay out late! Hmmm...
2 Tigers, the Designated Assassin, Rudolph, and the PW'ed old fart.
Now that I think about it, Rob is more likely to take himself out than he is to do harm to anyone else, Besides, he forgot to sharpen his knife, so...
The Designated Assassin, Randy Rudolph, the PW'ed Old Fart, Soulful Simonich, and Duane (Strider's token Marine), who will by then be so pissed we got him in this mess that I suspect you'd rather face 5 angry tigers than the pathetic menagerie you'll have beating at your door at some unwholesome hour, one of those nights. I doubt pumping iron will help much; We'll all be
much too drunk to feel pain.
Tough break, Dexter.
