Sure. We like to get out; have a night on the town.
If you lived your whole life ruling a swamp, eating nothing but possum, alligators, and drunken rednecks, you would need to blow off a little steam too.
I call up my peeps Franky and Bones and we hit da clubs. All the girls usually be hating. But we know they coming home with us.
What other brothers rolled up in here tonight with their own entourage, dope threads like Mummy, and their very own celebrity photographers?
Just us monsters.
Take all the pictures you need. Yeah, sure, I’ll sign your cocktail napkin. We are famous.
But beware, Franky hates all those flashing lights and tends to get a little, uh, crazy when he’s annoyed.