*Wakes up on the ground surrounded by moonshine bottles. Slowly stands up*
"A BARFIGHT! YOU ALL SHOULD BE ASHAMED! THIS IS A RESPECTABLE BAR!"
*Tries to Flying Bird Kick of Rage one of the combatants, but instead nails Plasmarobo, who was sitting quietly in a corner, directly in the nose. Plasmabro is instantly rendered unconscious from the unadulterated drunken grace of the maneuver. A Tarantino style blood fountain erupts from his nose. Cue entire bar falling silent in awe.*
"Now let's sheee here.... Looksh like ders still more to drink."
*Looks at wall and counts for several minutes. Stumbles over and grabs a jug*
"Err... 34ish bottles of moonshine on the wall, 34 bottles of shine. Take one down pass it around, 33 bottles of shine on the wall."