He owes me 40 bucks
Don't go claiming amnesia, Woody. You know what you did. That night at Chip n Dales, when I was trying to perform my bit on stage and here you come drunk and coked out of your mind and you started smacking my bum and tugging on my golden silk thong like a mindless brute. You remember that?
I'd also like to remind you that you requested a private dance which I performed for you up until you sh!t your pants like a child and passed out. You were carried out of the establishment by your hired thugs and I never received my fee. Don't you dare act like this never happened. I want my money Woody!