What with what I'm paying you guys, I ain't going to make any money if I have to pay it right back out to extra help." Old Walt could whine with the b...est of 'em."Goddam you, Walter Deaver, you are one cheap son of a bitch. Once she recovered from the tonguing Moose and Brenda gave her, your poor bar maid Janet, ran herself into the ground. You sold more booze tonight alone than you ever sold before on any two weeks combined. You ran out of brand name whiskey and was serving some of your cheap. The fact that she is here is amazing, and unbelievable, and most of all terrifying, but it's also incredibly unfair. He would've given anything in the world, including himself, to bring her back after the accident had happened almost a year ago, but now?There's been no further sound from the living room, and it suddenly strikes him that this is almost certainly a fleeting opportunity. Something which, unless it is snatched up quickly and eagerly by both hands, will fade into the nothingness. How can a dog pin anybody?"I bet you he can pin you in two minutes." Greg told him confidently. "He's a tricky old dude." Tricky old dude? How corny can you get?" Dog snorted his derision."Like I told you before, I never tried to reach my corny limit," Greg answered him smugly, and then added, "Yet."Mangling Milton the Minnesota Monster stood up straight, showing his five inches over six feet height. In build he resembled a younger Jesse Ventura who was a good friend of his. His muscles weren't. "Didn't you read the back of the ticket when you came in here? Both say very clearly that audience members must be willing to participate in the stage show if asked. You agreed in advance. Once we start, you can scream all you want to, but if you aren't quiet until then, we will gag you." He paused and looked the scared blonde directly in the eyes, "And I assure you, that it will be much, much more uncomfortable with a ball gag in your mouth while your ass is being beaten into.