You wanted to blow off some steam cause you've been real stressed lately or some shit like that (the thunderstorm outside ain't helping matters), so you went to a pub near you, The..... "Cock and Plucker" (real classy name....). Entering the bar, you noticed how....empty the place was. You heard that the place was real lively before (probably has something to do with the war that just ended between the Squirrel High Command and the Tediz army), but you don't let it bother you. However, the place was not totally empty, as the king of the Panther Kingdom was here (I mean, judging by the big'ol crown he's wearing, that is a reasonable assumption to make). However, the red squirrel didn't look happy about his newfound status, instead, he seemed depressed as he talked to the bartender a bit: Bartender: So, what'll it be? Conker: Um, scotch.... single malt.... speyside.... no ice. Bartender: Hmm, a man of taste pours Conker his drink There you go. Conker: Whoa, whoa there, cowboy. Keep it comin'. Oh, leave the bottle. Once the Bartender finished pouring the drink, he left, leaving you two alone. And, after taking a big 'ol gulp of his Scotch whisky, he turns around and talks to you, with bitterness in his voice Hm, what're you doing? Here to pay tributes to your king? Well, donations are closed, I don't really need more o' that anyways....