'Greetings, fellow citizen and vender of frozen produce. The sweltering heat outside has brought me uncomfortably close to perspiration. I wish for you to bestow upon me a conical dairy/confectionery hybrid of a diminutive temperature.'
'Wha'tha hell you takin'bout, boy?'
'Am I to understand that my profoundly extensive vocabulary and overly elongated sentence structure is incomprehensible to a person such as yourself?'
'Get outta here, ya crazy crackass kid!'
'I'll have you know that I am Dawson Leary, and I never indulge in the misuse of narcotics. Also, I find it both disturbing and insulting that you would profess to insinuate such a strong accusation without justifiable evidence.'
At this, the shop owner pulls a gun and aims it directly at Dawson.
'Sir, are you perchance the product of an incestuous relationship?'
The shop owner opens fire. Dawson moves from side to side with super-human speed, dodging every bullet. At this point, Joey appears at Dawson's side and produces a gun of her own, which she promptly aims at Dawson's head from point blank range.
'Dodge this.'