Stratus placed his hands on The Dayman's robustly royal shoulders and threw himself up in Spirit's face.<br/><br/>"Why wouldn't we run him over huh?! Do you see how big I am! I'm the baddest biker in this whole gang I don't have to moo..."<br/><br/>The Dayman turned around and grabbed Stratus' face, pushing him back down onto his bar stool. Swaying the beer bottle in front of the kid's face, he taunted him and added, "You know, you're lucky you are even getting to sit at the bar right now. You aren't nearly royal NOR old enough to be in here. Hush."<br/><br/>Stratus folded him arms and murmured something to himself about The Dayman being old and began to swing back and forth in the stool. The Dayman shook his head and stood up, boasting his glistening royal chest at Spirit. Stratus tried to snatch the beer bottle while The Dayman had his back turned, but he was caught anyway just as the bottle touched his lips. The Dayman, without even turning around, had thrown a hand out to retrieve the bottle, pulled out his codpiece and placed it inside, and continued on with Spirit.<br/><br/>"Anyway."<br/><br/>He through a royal finger up in the air and took a giant breath.<br/><br/>"He was clearly a homeless person! Those of lower classes have no business on motorways, as they cannot afford a proper codpiece vehicle, like my gokart for example."<br/><br/>He paused and motioned towards his go kart which was...parked...a few feet from his person.<br/><br/>"Clearly, he had no business on the roadways and it CERTAINLY was not his home, being a vagrant and all. We were merely doing him a favor by not handing out mercy filled welfare, the downfall to any economy. Or do you simply CHOOSE to not believe in DOW Jones?"