Guard 1: Hey, I'm going to the Bear Pits tomorrow. Ya wanna come with?
Guard 2: T-uh! Couldn't pay me enough!
Guard 1: Whaaat? You soft-belly! The bears have got these new muzzles with underslung cheek spikes. Last time I was there, there was a real eye-gouging.
Guard 2: Nah, nah! It makes me sick! When I was a kid—
Guard 1: Huh! Surprised you're even in this job.... (Falsetto) 'Oo the blood, it just turns my poor tummy!
Guard 2: Shut up, you taffer! You want blood? You should've been there years ago! Tell ya...the bears then? They were something to see. Those bears, they didn't need no cheek-spikes and razor collars, and paw hooks, and all that knifery you straps to 'em now!
Guard 1: No paw-hooks? What'd they do? Just bump into each other?
Guard 2: Huh! Naaah! The bears back then, they had claws as long as your finger! And wicked teeth!
Guard 1: Bears? Yer taffing me! They look pretty mangy harmless, long as they're not wearing harness.
Guard 1: Whoa.... Killer bears. Woulda liked to see that....