DUDE!

I came out of RPM this afternoon, and went to the locker room to get my stuff so I could come home. My lock wouldn't unlock. I tried everything, but nothing worked, so I go out to desk:
Me: Y'all have a bolt cutter somewhere, my lock won't open.
Phil: Yeah, I think there is one behind my door. (he goes to get it)
Blake (looks at Chance, then at me): You're gonna need a dude to cut that off for you.
Me: Naw...I've got this.
Chance: You sure? I mean, I know you're tough....(Phil is back with bolt cutters, and hands them to me)
Chance: Try it, if you can't get it come back out and we'll get it for you.
(walk to locker room carrying bolt cutters...getting strange looks)
(walk back out of locker room carrying bolt cutters...slap cut lock on desk)
Me: I don't need no stinkin' dude!
(challenge accepted!)