Manhattan bar

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Hey mate, no ones that bad are they" ...
Hoodlums eighth Tequila slipped down, followed by the lime slice.
"Sh*t, my typings that slack, surprised anyone has the patience to have a conversation.
And as for pestering, you old drunk. Surprised anyone can get a 'kin word in edgeways
with you yacking out there.
OI you metallic puke, yeah you behind the bar. Set em up again. My tab, Got to get these
guys sh*t faced again."
The robotic bar tenders were such a good idea. Never had to tip them, and they never
got the order wrong. That and they never needed sleep or paying. Win win situation.
"So who's the poor bastard you left out there then. Hope he didn't get a look at your
squawk first before you ragged on him. Don't want this coming back to us.
and get that bloody box fixed before we have another speed docking situation occur.
Thats what started it all in the first place. 'Kin insurance broker owns me now as it is.
Drink up ya'll. Propini tibi salutem."
The conversation turned to more pleasant things.

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."