Hank Hill, Bill Dauterive, Dale Gribble, and Jeff Boomhauer were all drinking as usual, the four men simply enjoying the look of the neighborhood as they stood at their usual spots.
"I tell ya h'what," Hank stated as he sipped his beer. "There's nothing better than propane and propane accessories."
"Yeah, that's what you always say." Dale remarked as he adjusted his cap. "But then you don't factor in the explosions it causes."
"Hey now, it's easy to prevent a propane explosion!" Hank stated as he turned to Dale. "So shut your mouth, Dale, or else I'll be forced to use unneeded precautions!"
"Like what, just not understanding how the world works?" Dale snorted as he sipped his can of beer.
"...I'm gonna kick your ass!" Hank threatened as he clenched his fists.
"Guys, why can't we just enjoy the fact that we're all together?" Bill chimed in as he lowered his head. "...Like I was with Lenore..."
"Guys always fighting 'bout something dumb and unnecessary while people quote everything I mumble," Boomhauer mumbled at his typical fast past, sipping his beer.
Hank and Dale glanced at Boomhaur while Bill screamed 'LENORE' at the clear blue sky, just signifying another day in Arlen, Texas.