"Look, guy, I don't know who the fuck you are, though no weapons in my fucking crib. I don't know what you don't understand about this. Either scrap the hammer or get the fuck out."
"You're rather annoying for a... dog. I assume that's what you are. I go where I want, and I carry my hammer where I want. I have no intention of leaving unless I choose to. Begone inferior creature."
"How about you go fuck yourself before I shove my foot up your ass dickhead. You ain't going to come into my fucking place and disrespect me with that sort of shit. We got rules down here, and if you don't like that then you a little bitch."
"...I like you. Not many have what it takes to talk to me in such a way, though I still intend to keep my hammer." Thor then pointed at the bar. "Let's settle this with drinking. Whoever drinks more get's their way. What do you say?"
"You cocky son of a bitch. Shit, I think I like you to. Only one other person has openly been so confident to beat me in a game of drinking." Granted it was only a keg and not who could drink more over an extend period of time, but still. "Fine, fuck it, let's do this shit. Don't go crying to mommy when I drink you ass into the ground though."