[Well Dale was just about as loath to being called Rudolf as a cheerful chipmunk could be. So have him just folding his arms in mock pouting.]
Dale! It's Dale! An' I suspect I can smell you from a mile away. [What was that smell? Dirty socks? What, does this guy have a terrible roommate situation or something? He must have been sitting in the trenches for days, Dale thought with a significant nose wrinkle. However, when tensions between the two men rose, He pulled his hands into his chest and cradled them close in a very chipmunk manner.]
Isn't there anythin' you two can do ta get along? I tell ya there's no trap! [For emphasis he emptied his pockets; where he supposed both fighters had concealed weapons for battle Dale had safety pins, balloons, and nubs of crayon.]
<3 I wish you both were at 3 Step. TTnTT These are grantable wishes there.
Dale! It's Dale! An' I suspect I can smell you from a mile away. [What was that smell? Dirty socks? What, does this guy have a terrible roommate situation or something? He must have been sitting in the trenches for days, Dale thought with a significant nose wrinkle. However, when tensions between the two men rose, He pulled his hands into his chest and cradled them close in a very chipmunk manner.]
Isn't there anythin' you two can do ta get along? I tell ya there's no trap! [For emphasis he emptied his pockets; where he supposed both fighters had concealed weapons for battle Dale had safety pins, balloons, and nubs of crayon.]