Obi, me boy, you'd best get your Tam o' Shanter on. We don't want to be late for the Scottish Games!
Yeah, I was gonna talk to you about that. I think I'll pass this year, on account of the Scottish games are pretty gay.
Son, you're breakin' my heart. These are our ancestors you're talking about. We're of the line of Robert the Bruce. Royal blood flows through our veins!
You want me to go watch a bunch of big, hairy, sweaty men in skirts and no underwear tossing around giant wooden phallic symbols.
You'll miss the sheep wrestling, the dirt stacking competition and the bog-twaddling. And a certain someone I know won't be gettin' haggis on a stick.
