"Come on, old man!" Milo shouted as he gestured. "Come here!"
"Mm?"
"I didn't bring you out just for you to stay quiet and alone!"
"Don't force him, Milo."
"Yes, let him-"
"No, no, no. He was just telling me about how he hunted an Olga in his youth! Aren't you all interested?"
"Huh? An Olga?"
"Come on, old man! I prepared the stage for you!!"
Gulp- Gulp- Gulp-
The old man lowered his pint onto the table with a Bang, and stood up a bit too fast, causing him to stumble.
'Was that my fifth? Or the sixth... Oh, what the hell! Who's counting...'
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