"We're I'm from, there are lots of bears. Raargh! Lots of big animals - monsters. You know?"
"Hai. Montsuras, desu ne?"
"So we have guns. Lots of guns. Pew pews. To shoot the monsters."
"Oh, okay, I ****."
A drunk Oregonian explains to a Japanese bowling-alley bartender the myriad nuances and complexities of what it's like to live in the American Northwest, and he does so with an affected accent vaguely approximating the one that most Japanese have when they speak English.
A Floridian who shares a table with them lowers his head and puts his hand to his brow while muttering, "Jesus ******* Christ."
How in the hell did my night end up here?