...Go...
Braeburn looked around his new surroundings rather confused. "'Scuse me?"
Just go...
...I'm in an excellent humour today...
"Pardon, but, uh... I don't follow."
He bested his arch nemesis--
ONE of my arch nemeses...
ONE of his arch nemeses...
...He's feeling pretty giving...
"That so? Well... I'll just be--"
No no...
...Let's make a joke or two before you go...
Should've ran while you had the chance bumpkin...
"Reckon yer' right."
Braeburn...
...kicks babies in the jewels...
"What in-- What sort a' varmint does that?"
Braeburn...
...Called himself a varmint...
"But I don' kick youngins' in the junk!"
Braeburn...
...thinks the reproductive organ is junk...
"It's one of them blanket terms, ain't it?"
Probably because he never uses his...
"I--"
Now you know...
Braeburn...
"...Should'a ran when I had the chance..." Braeburn grumbled as he pulled his hat down over his eyes and exited the stage.