Erm... "Why, I remember this lad I used to know, back in the day.
Always used to get my goat, how he was always taking the mickey outta the McCawley kid. Now sure, the McCawley kid was a bit... strange, not bad now, just kinda... different. Anyway, he was always going on about this or that, and heck, to be straight with you we just di'nt know what he were talking about sometimes. But every once in a coon's age, he'd say something that'd make ya go 'Well shoot, now why di'nt I thinka that?!' and curse but he-he, he sure was a weird one.
Too weird, see, for this lad I used ta know. Now, this lad I knew - Roland was his name - was the son of a prosperous sugar trader. And sure, he knew things about things, and what about what, he was no slowpoke. But he sure did like to tease the McCawley kid. Why? Well, turns out one day that this McCawley kid got the uh, M - E - N - T - A - L - A- T- I - O - N. Yessir and to be honest witcha, it did kinda explain a heck of a lot about just why he was so doggone loopy.
But still, Roland sure did like to tease McCawley for having the head creeps. He kept bringing it up, and McCawley kept gittin' upset and saying that heck now, it just ain't fair for Roland to be a-teasing him like that. Not when see, this little settlement of ours is s'posed to be all about not doing that kind of shit. See, that's s'posed to be right out.
McCawley now, he di'nt like that. Nosir. Whatcha s'pose he done - get a gun and kill McCawley? Bash his breads out with a tire-iron? Gun him down in his Cadillac - naw, course not. Because McCawley mighta been kinda like a rook in a pigeon's nest, sure, but he weren't a bad kinda guy. Just kinda... di'nt know when to hold his peace, when he oughta just held his piece instead haw haw haw!"
Or something.