"Look, we just want to talk to the furry chick. We're not...necessarily ... looking to start nothoing."

"Oh, we ain't looking to start nothing, either. For one thing, ~Ah wouldn't sully mah hands on trash like you."

The guys blinked. It wasn't just that the 'normal' chick's Kentucky drawl got even deeper. It was that her voice changed completely. And...were those guitars?