L1 waxes lyrical on the advantages of small town life:

Tomorrow we'll go to Moe and go to Ice, the day after that we'll go to [some other hick town] and go to Inferno. We go there when we can afford it.

The advantages of small town life, No. 2:

L1: Here, I could kill that guy and me mates wouldn't say nothing to anyone about it.
CC1: What, the guy in the wheelchair?
L1: Nah, that'd be no fun, then we couldn't wheel him around and stuff.

It was around this point that chatting to the Locals became more menacing than fun, so CC1 and CC2 quickly sculled their beers and disappeared into the night. Well, into the front bar for another quickie, but they properly disappeared into the night not long after that.