(Okay.) Sean was at the local pub getting himself wasted. "Oi! Get me another drink! Ye piece of *squee!*!"
X snuck around the pub, looking for ideal victims. She stayed near the ceiling, using her claws as grips.
He looked up and saw the ghost. "Hiya bud,how ye doing?!" He leaned back but a bit too much and he fell off,knocking the glass on the floor and shattering it. "OH YE PIECE O' *squee!*! ME GLASS BROKE!"
X stifled a chuckle and zipped down to the ground, when he was bombarded by her questions. "Hiya! How are you? Who are you? Whats your name!? I'm X! Where are you from?" And so on.
"OH WILL YE SHUT THE *squee!* UP!?" he looked around and saw everyone looking at him as if he was talking to himself out loud. He blushed,embarrassed and walked out,motioning for X to follow him.
"Hey I'm a *squee!*ing Irish man! Don't you go around and mock my people!" He suddenly hicupped as he tripped over.