You and the pogues were at the dock, ready to get in the boat to do some gold panning in the sea. You and JJ were having yet another fight.

"I'll shoot you and leave you with a single ball" you threatened him, pissed off.

"Oh yeah, 14 nuclear bombs, 8 suicide bombers, 25 armies and 30 SWAT teams arriving" he replied sarcastically.

"I have to paraphrase what you say" you answered.

"You're worse than a four month old fetus!" JJ replied once again.

"I'll hang you from the chandelier and you'll stay there for the next three months" you said.

"Ohhhhh, how scary...I'm shaking on the spot." he said, mockingly. "You should end up dead with a stick in your throat!"

The pogues started to get nervous, and John B stepped in. "Enough guys, no need to argue-"