When Doug (whose name I keep typing Dough) realizes the gang has been displaced, he goes over to the three men sitting at the table, and argues with them -- loudly. Returning to the semi-round, he tells Robin and Lily to take their seats at their usual table, and tells the guys he needs them to come out in the alley and fight the booth squatters. Barney sits up straight -- his eyes wide. "What's Happening, Now?"
I am Barney's cold sweat.
Ted, Marshall and Barney are lovers, not fighters, so when Doug leaves for the alley, expecting they'll follow, they're not sure what to do. Ted seems a little intrigued and wonders if they should go out there. Barney says, "Come on Ted, there's only three things you'll ever see me fight: the stubborn clasp of a bra; sexual harassment charges (he's nine for nine); and the urge to vomit when I see someone wearing brown shoes with a black... suit." He fights back his gorge.
Marshall agrees and reminds them that they're civilized guys. "Civilized guys don't fight, unless it's with lightsabers, but that's like three to five years away, so..." When Robin says that's not true, Marshall gets his dander up. "Robin, I'm on the forums every day. Three to five Thanksgivings from now, I'm going to be carving the turkey with Old Green."
Robin's point though, is that in certain situations, fighting is necessary. Ted tattles that she thinks fighting is sexy. A good ex is a discreet ex. Have you met Ted? Barney snaps to attention as Robin's denial turns into a confession. "No, I do not... a lot. Look, I come from a culture of hockey players. If a guy can throw down, it's somewhat way hot." The guys smirk at her as she continues. "And scars? Hello? If a guy's got a scar, he's got a Robin. And if he's missing teeth -- I'm missing my pants." I'm pretty sure that's Brit usage, right there.