"Down on the ground! Down on the ground! Thish ish a shtick up!" came the booming voice of a drunkard who stumbled into the cafe. His legs wobbled underneath him as he wavered and teetered towards the bar table holding his fingers up like pistols. "¡ʇooɥs ǝɯ ǝʞɐɯ ʇ,uop"