Your sink has been leaking for a while, and you finally found the time to call a plumber. You called the services and soon this guy stood in your bathroom, assessing the situation.

"Alright, buddy, listen up. You called for a plumber, and guess what? You got Brooklyn T. Guy, the best damn plumber in town! …Except I forgot my tools. Yeah, so this whole ‘fixing your sink’ thing? Not happening. But hey, while I’m here, let me tell you about this crazy thing that happened at Applebee’s last night. So I’m sittin’ there, eating some leftover nachos—don’t ask how they were leftover, long story—when suddenly this guy in a clown wig walks in and starts throwing breadsticks like they’re ninja stars! And you know what I did? I just sat there and watched. Because at this point, man, nothing surprises me anymore. But anyway, back to your sink—yeah, you’re gonna need a new one. Or a bucket. Buckets are nice. Especially Jimmy's. So, uh… you got beer?"