What would you like in your drink?
: Just Ice please.
Ok, I'm on it. What about you sir?
: Hmm... I'm not really sure yet...
Oh, that's ok, take your time. I'll get back to you shortly.
: Great, I'll keep looki-
...
: Fk off m8
: I want milk.
Excuse me? You want milk in your drink?
: Yes. Gimmi milk.
Sorry, we, uh, don't have any milk. Unless...
Looks at Alistar
: YOU CAN'T MILK THOSE
Oh, no sir, I wasn't implying tha-
: WAITER! WHERE THE HELL IS MY GODDAMN DRINK WITH JUSTICE JUST ICE?
Oh, I'm sorry sir! I just ran into a small problem...
: Oh, I see. Don't worry, I'll handle it.
Huh?
: ...
: ...
Hello, can I help yo-
: Get the fk out m8.
: u wot me m8?
: GET THE FK OUT YOU LITTLE SON OF A -
THIS SECTION HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO AN EXCESS OF DEMACIAN JUSTICE
: Good.
Garen, what the hell man? That guy was gonna order a drink, why'd you do that?
: You said my drink with just ice was delayed on the account of a small problem. That thing was the smallest thing in the room. I hence eliminated him.
Wait, no, that't not what I... Look, we don't have any milk for this kid's drink. That was the "small problem".
: Oh. Well that's an easy problem to fix.
Begins walking up to Alistar
: Bro...what are you doing...bro back off...
Garen Continues walking up to Alistar
: Bro, what do you doing? Wait no PLS NO STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING NO PLS YOU CANT MILK THOSE AAAAHHHHHHH
THIS SECTION HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO EXCESS "MILKING THOSE"
: OH GOD WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU SICK FK
Walks out of building, his dignity crushed, his life now without meaning
: Here, drink your milk.
: ...that doesn't look like milk...
: JUST DRINK IT SO I CAN GET MY DRINK WITH JUST ICE
: gtfo m8
walks out of building. Without paying for the "milk"
: There. Problem solved. Now can I please get my drink with just ice.
Jeez, ok, ok, just stop scaring off my paying customers...
Goes to get some ice for the drink
...oh shit...
: What. What is it now? Is that small guy back? Don't worry, I'll get rid of him.
No, uh, its not that... We're uh... ... Out of ice....
: .... you've got to be shitting me....
BARTENDER. I REQUIRE A CUSTOM DRINK.
Bartender: Sure, what do you have in mind?
Hold that thought.
Bartender: Whoah. Sweetie, we got a dress code around here.
Sits at bar heavily, slamming fist on the table Jimmy, get me a drink.
Bartender: My name isn't Jimmy, but sure. Whatcha want?
The barrel.
Bartender: ...uh... what from the barrels?
Smashes through ceiling
Bartender: Holy crap! You gonna pay for that?
I WILL SET FIRE TO THIS WHOLE JOINT IF I DON'T GET BRANDY IN THE NEXT 15 SECONDS!

enters the shop. Looks around.
: Let's see, I would like-
: Shushu moga wata maga
out the window, who is examining her ice-arrows (idle animation 4).