Day 4 of 13, (wherein the boys have a slight disagreement.)
But Sam, how come I gotta be the bride? It's demeaning. Besides, you're the one with the graying muzzle, so the wig would match you better than me anyway. You should be the one in this get-up.
C'Mon Monty, you're younger and slimmer, so you have to be the girl. I'm too beefy, too butch. You could even say I possess a frighteningly physicality, so I work better as the monster.
BOL! OH PLEASE! NO ONE looks at you and feels the least bit intimidated! Heck, just yesterday the cats were all calling you Tuna Can Sam!
...Now that hurts. And what the heck does that mean, anyway? I'm vicious, I can scare grown ups. Tuna Can Sam my fuzzy butt!
Yeah, yeah whatever you say...but if we get to do a vampire skit before this series ends, I'M the one who gets to be Dracula. You can be my sidekick Renfield. See how you like it...