How was that? Do you want another story?

In the end, the gang managed to distract the nuns with a plate of free nachos, and Quagmire escaped out the back door.

"Help! They're after me!" Quagmire exclaimed, diving behind the bar.

The gang stared in confusion as the nuns, wielding wooden rulers, stormed into the Clam.

Quagmire grinned. "Hey, I've got skills, Brian. I can talk my way out of anything."