Marlon Brando

          I frequent an establishment where the proprietor is a mumbler. I'm a mumbler too, so you can imagine the conversations we have. I was talking to the proprietor the other day and I realized I had no idea what he was saying. You can't ask a mumbler to repeat every sentence. If you do, they tend to freeze up and get irritated. So I pretended to understand what the mumbler was saying.                   
          Somehow we got on the topic of mustaches, but to what extent I didn't know. The proprietor seemed to be saying that he could use his mustache as a weapon. I wasn't sure how to respond. If I guessed wrong and was off topic, he'd be offended. I just laughed and waited for more clues. 
          The proprietor became more animated. I still wasn't sure what he was saying. I studied him while he talked. He was smiling. He was telling a joke of some kind. He started to laugh. I laughed and put my arms up in the air as if I was holding the handlebars to a chopper. I made the sound of a motorcycle. Vroom-vroom! The proprietor had a confused look on his face, but laughed anyway.