They conducted themselves with modesty; they were polite, even servile, saying much in praise of the warrior twin.

The one with the dog revealed genius for this sort of thing, and insisted on feeling the warrior's muscle.

The flexed bicep appeared to leave him aghast at its hardness and immensity.

He insisted that his companion should feel it, too.
"Have some bologna ?" asked the warrior.

He would doubtless have pressed bologna now on Tod McNeil had that social cull stayed by.
"Oh!" said the belated guests, surprised at the presence of bologna thereabouts.
They uttered profuse thanks for sizable segments of the now diminished circle.