...10 minutes later they own the bar, the patrons have lost all their money to the dwarves, and the clan holding the nearby castle owes the dwarves millions....
Two dwarves walk into a bar...
Batender: Sorry guys, we don't serve your kind here.
Dwarf1(ridiculously intoxicated): That's a sha...that's a shuh...that's a shame, but honestly we just need to use your men's room.
Bartender: I guess so, just this once though. I've had a lot of problems with your kind wrecking the place.
Dwarf2(lit the Hell up also): Well Sir, as pur...as puh...as purveyor of this fine establishment that's your prerogative and we respect that.
*The bartender points them to the only restroom in the joint and they both stumble inside*
Bartender: Hey, I saw that both of went in there at the same time. What gives?
*The dwarves start making for the front door*
Dwarf1: Well, the toilet is (hiccup) entirely too tall for one of us to use on our own.
Dwarf2: Yeah, he stood on my shoulders while he ******.
Bartender: That's actually pretty impressive considering how acrobatic it sounds and how drunk you two look. So you each take turns on the other's shoulders?
*Dwarves drunkenly zig-zagging in an even more brisk fashion towards the door*
Dwarf2: Not really, (hiccup) while he was on my shoulders I just whipped it out and ****** all over the **** place! Ahahahahaha!
*/run*