Talk:Soldier Beetle/@comment-26380985-20160405191125/@comment-25808351-20160405202744

Their battle is so great it strayed into the crowd of drunken rabble, this causes the entire bar to erupt in a brawl of biblical proportions. A jaunty tune blared over the mob as bottles flew and punches were thrown. I did my best to move Jake, but he had passed out and was deadweight. (Days, Dan, Don, whoever) Was nowhere to found in this mess. The bartender seemed very calm, he watched the fight with a blank expression as mugs and bottles crashed on the wall behind him.

"Eh, why not" I thought. I grabbed a shot of rum and downed it. Then, stood on the bar counter and shouted, "HAVE AT YA!"