So wat's yer name, kid?	Preacher Ayers, at yer soivice.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Yep, dat was it.
Where you from, anyways?	Aroun'.
Whadd'a yah look like?	About six foot, short, brown hair, round face an' blue eyes, an' I always gots me bowler. I don't spend all me time in front a da mirror no matter what dey tell ya, neidda!
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	Wheah's Bailey? *spots him across the room* I'se got a six inch scar on me arm. Bit of a disagreement from awhile back.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	Dat, my friend, ain't none a yer business.
How'd you find 'da place?	We'se lived heah an' dere since Pop lit out. Once I hoid Bottles was startin' dis place up, I t'ought I'd get Bailey off da streets.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	I ain't nevah been too int'rested in' drinkin'. It's more fun ta watch da odder guys make fools a demselves. *laughs* I ain't bad at craps an' -unlike some people- I always pays up on time.
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	Bailey's me kid brudda.
Who's yah best friend?	I'm a lovable guy! I gots too many ta choose from.
Got any woyds tah live by?	*astonished* Yer seriously askin'? *shuts his mouth for a moment, then* Unconditional love is nevah disappointed.