Salty Old Men
You see Grandpa Sea Monkee coming back from the bathroom, and figure you should accost him before he gets back to his drink. "Hey, Old Timer!" you say. "Your family misses you. They want you to come home. They also want you to quit spending all their sand dollars on the ponies." Granted, they didn't actually *tell* you that last part, but you figure it can't hurt to throw it in.
"My family? Bunch of good-for-nothing ingrates. Why, in my day, if my Grandpa wanted to sit at the bar and drink all day long, they'd leave him to it! They'd even give him a few drinks at home so he was already halfway there! If they had any respect for me at all, they'd leave me here to drink myself stupid."
"Really, though, you should come home --" you start, but are interrupted by one of the hipster Sea Monkees from before.
"Hey, Gramps! Er, I mean -- greetings, wise and ancient one. Would you please perform the action upon the jukebox that makes it play again, please, most kind and wise one?"
Grandpa ignores you and turns toward the other Sea Monkees. "All right, whippersnapper. I don't suppose it'd be worth a drink to you to get that jukebox running?"
The hipster Sea Monkees agree to buy him a drink, and Grandpa settles back into his seat, promising to fix the jukebox as soon as he's done. He continues to ignore you, though.
Occurs at The Dive Bar. A one-time adventure.
