What a great line. Here's my go....

The Plan

“You’re going to try to reason with a man who swallows scorpions for fun?”
Tysar rolled his eyes. “Off course not. What kind of a moron do you think I am?”
“Well...”
“Just shut-up and help for once. It’s as though your lips slap endlessly together and no matter how long I listen, I rarely feel anything beyond soothed to sleep by the monotony.”
“Well that I do understand.” Rolph mumbled.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Rolph picked up the larger of the two dusty kit bags, slung it over his muscled shoulder and followed his old friend towards the tavern. For just the smallest of moments he questioned the sanity of it all, for Tysar’s plans and schemes rarely went as they were meant. But then Rolph smiled. At least this gave him purpose, the occasional reward for effort, and life beside Tysar was far from dull. As the tavern grew nearer he deliberately began slapped his lips together, watching the tightness gather in Tysar’s shoulders until the stout man spun, face as fed as flame.
“Oh for the love of prosperity, will you just be quiet.”
Yes, Rolph thought, Never Dull.