How was that? Do you want another story?

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

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

As the dust settled, Peter turned to the gang and said, "You know, I think I'm going to start a new business: Quagmire's Airline Magazine Delivery Service."

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!"

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

Quagmire peeked out from behind the bar. "Uh, I was just... uh... doing research for a project."