Jim enters.
Jim: not another drunken fight. I swear, your Majesty, I will not have you in a drunken stupor all the time fighting with your best friend.
Callie: *pauses slashing Coffee with a broadsword* Huh? Jim! Come have a drink!
Rosco appears in a pillar of fire and brimstone.
Rosco: Oh, sweet! If I destroy them now, they'll be too drunk to even know what's going on! *raises scythe to the two girls, who are still on floor, punching the snot out of each other*
Jim: Not so fast Rosco. I'm still here, and you are not to hurt either of their majesties. They're doing a pretty good job of killing themselves.
Rosco: Oh, pink flowers!
(Note: This is a curse to Rosco.)
Jim: Well...they'll stop eventually. *steps over a large intestine that is now on the floor* Want to go have lunch?
Rosco: *ponders* Sure, why not?
To be continued...