 Say, you, uh, you look a little tired, Mr. Moody. Yeah, a confounded ruckus kept me awake all night. Noise? Pigs. They was whistling and chirping to all hours. Well, how could your pigs whistle and chirp? Oh, some dimwit throwed bird seed in the swill. Well, no wonder you're mad. If I catch the scum, I'll kick the heel-peeled bejeepers out of him. You, uh... I'll make him yell, Euchre. But, uh...