*knock knock knock knock knock knock*
*several deadbolts, chains and other locks unlock*
*Door creaks open slightly*
Mr.Horse: *Peeks from behind door*Do I know you?
Ren: I don't think so. Would you like to take a look at some fine rubber nipples?
Mr.Horse: Did my wife send you?
Ren: No sir. But you look like someone who could really use some rubber nipples.*notices Mr. Horse is wearing rubber body suit, rubber gloves on his hooves and a tight rubber cap on his head*
Mr.Horse: How do I know you're not from the FBI?
Ren: Sir, I can assure you, we are only salesmen-
Mr.Horse: *Screaming*Alright, so I made a mistake. One mistake. Can't a man start over? Do I have to keep on paying? Huh? *leans over into Ren & Stimpy's faces* Maybe I should make another mistake, Maybe two more.
Ren: *Shaking with fright* Please sir. I think one mistake is plenty. Just let me show you what is inside here.*Reaching into suitcase*
Mr.Horse: *Arms raised and eyes closed, flinching*Don't do it man. I'm not armed.
Ren: We really just want to sell you some rubber nipples. See?*Ren Holds aloft a large rubber nipple in Mr. Horse's face*
Mr.Horse: *flinches, peaks, flinches again, peaks again and finally takes a look* Oh! It is a nipple.*Laughs*Oh, what you must think of me. *Rests hoof on hip with a grin* Forget everything I said. So...nipples, huh? *Hoof to chin* Hmmmm...No sir, I don't think I have any use for rubber nipples. *Pauses* But, I'll tell you what though. *Reaches behind door and pulls out a walrus by a hair on it's head and holds it at Ren & Stimpy in a threatening manner* Do you have any rubber walrus protectors?
Walrus: *Whispers* Call the police!
*several deadbolts, chains and other locks unlock*
*Door creaks open slightly*
Mr.Horse: *Peeks from behind door*Do I know you?
Ren: I don't think so. Would you like to take a look at some fine rubber nipples?
Mr.Horse: Did my wife send you?
Ren: No sir. But you look like someone who could really use some rubber nipples.*notices Mr. Horse is wearing rubber body suit, rubber gloves on his hooves and a tight rubber cap on his head*
Mr.Horse: How do I know you're not from the FBI?
Ren: Sir, I can assure you, we are only salesmen-
Mr.Horse: *Screaming*Alright, so I made a mistake. One mistake. Can't a man start over? Do I have to keep on paying? Huh? *leans over into Ren & Stimpy's faces* Maybe I should make another mistake, Maybe two more.
Ren: *Shaking with fright* Please sir. I think one mistake is plenty. Just let me show you what is inside here.*Reaching into suitcase*
Mr.Horse: *Arms raised and eyes closed, flinching*Don't do it man. I'm not armed.
Ren: We really just want to sell you some rubber nipples. See?*Ren Holds aloft a large rubber nipple in Mr. Horse's face*
Mr.Horse: *flinches, peaks, flinches again, peaks again and finally takes a look* Oh! It is a nipple.*Laughs*Oh, what you must think of me. *Rests hoof on hip with a grin* Forget everything I said. So...nipples, huh? *Hoof to chin* Hmmmm...No sir, I don't think I have any use for rubber nipples. *Pauses* But, I'll tell you what though. *Reaches behind door and pulls out a walrus by a hair on it's head and holds it at Ren & Stimpy in a threatening manner* Do you have any rubber walrus protectors?
Walrus: *Whispers* Call the police!
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