A voice from the back of the bar shouts back, "You don't have enough ammo, mate!"
I'm sorry but I love another Juan.
50 pounds.
Two, but don't ask me how they got in there.
A: One to start screwing it in and the rest to vote 'em off the ladder.
A voice.
Under a bar of soap.
Because the cell door was still locked.
Because when they shouted "GET DOWN!" they all started dancing.
He puts two fingers in his mouth and then shouts Rover.
