"You're the one who's been stealing all the airline magazines, Quagmire!" one of the nuns shouted.

Quagmire grinned. "Hey, I've got skills, Brian. I can talk my way out of anything."

The gang stared in confusion as the nuns, wielding wooden rulers, stormed into the Clam.

Peter, always eager to share his own absurd experiences, jumped in. "Oh yeah? Well, I once had a high-speed chase through the streets of Quahog... with a lawnmower!"

How was that? Do you want another story?

The gang burst out laughing, and Stewie, who was sitting at the bar, rolled his eyes. "You're all so immature."

"Help! They're after me!" Quagmire exclaimed, diving behind the bar.