"Excuse me, pardner," Hacker Brass says to 7 Rabbit, "I'll be back in a moment."
Hacker hops off the bar and begins sniffing the air. He follows his nose to Raiyek and Carolina's table.
"Hmm!" he grunts, "I thought I smelled somethin' funny. I reckon it must be all that ***** y'all are talkin'."
"Now, the wise men say, 'Judge not lest ye be judged.' Since y'all seem to be in a judgin' mood and freely expressin' your opinions, allow me to oblige with my own."
The gnome faces Raiyek and stabs a finger in his direction. "I seem to recollect, when I was a young fella, that paladins was ***** paragons of virtue, hacking down evil with shinin' swords and pure hearts, not callow ***** in a bar sharin' catty comments just loud enough for someone across the gawds-***** room to hear. So, permit me to retort with these simple words: ***** you."
Then, Hacker turns on Carolina. "As for you, little miss dis-*****-respectful, eye-rollin', matricidal *****, the only thing more empty than your head is your womb, which happens to be a dry and rocky place in which a man's seed may find no purchase. If you're ever in a generous mood, I'd like you to do two things for me: **** off, and die."
"To the rest of y'all," Hacker says, bowing to the other people at the table, "Have a fine evenin'."
The gnome strolls back to 7 Rabbit. "Now, where were we, pardner?"