Gigundo-Mart Greeter, Dan and others in “Gigundo-Mart”

Welcome to Gigundo-Mart. May I-may I- [coughs] May I see your membership card?

Nah. I'll just take a pat down.

Sorry, sir. We don't do pat downs. Members only.

Oh, in that case. [he runs inside Gigundo-Mart, only to be caught by the Gigundo-Mart Greeter]

That's how we did it on San Juan hill.

I'll see myself out. San Juan Hill? Not my fault that guy had a bad vacation in Puerto Rico. [gasps as he saw Chris what he bought from Gigundo-Mart] Ah-ha! So the truth is revealed

Oh, hi Dan.

You're sleeping with the enemy.

I'm not sleeping with anyone. Plus, this isn't the enemy. It's just a store. They sell things. Things you might even want to buy. Lighter fluid, crow bars.

My crowbar is almost worn down to the nub. But I'm not gonna buy one here!

Right, you can't. They come in an 8 pack. Look, I like Gigundo-Mart's buck busting values on things I use every day. Help me with these raccoon traps?

I will not be an enabler. Either boycott this behemoth or this friendship is finito.

So it's your way or the highway?

Get this straight bulk-head: there is no highway! Just a lonely road with you on it!

My choco-dillas are melting. I'll see you later. [drives away]

You wish!