Argyle and Damian walked down the street. "Ah, O'Connor's Pub! The perfect place." They walk into the bar and find people singing Irish songs and others armwrestling. After several drinks, Arglye decided to armwrestle. He beat the competition with ease. "Hey, this guys arms are smaller than mine! How'd he beat me?" The armwrestler said. They're muties!" said a pool player, who chucked a cue ball at Argyle. Argyle cought the ball in midair, and broke it in his bare hand.
~Caremon is cool, but Raistlins better!.~
Damian, used to using reason, was too drunk and instantly moved to battle mode. He brought his fist fast around, knocking the man who had thrown the cueball unconscious. As more people came aroud him he spin kicked the nearest, knocking him flat on his back. "Shit! there's loads of them Titan!"