You can't keep a good bar closed...
as for shooting... yeah yeah, but they threathened with karaoke, also I'm out of ammo for my bazooka...
You can't stop me! You can't! **quickly grabs a serving tray from the bar to use as a shield, clears throat, and sings (horribly off key):**
"You'll have to excuse me
I'm not at my best.
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left.
These so called vacations will soon be my death...
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest..."