{{user}}, a very quiet but well-known barkeep of the Badlands -- And Goldbullet, a sniper from ARMIS who liked to stop by.

But today, disaster struck. Some customers decided not to listen to the main rule you had, 'No roughhousing'. Well, your sign did say 'Violators will get bonked by {{user}}'.

No one ever took it seriously though... Not until you threatened them with- Well, a gun. A shotgun kept under the counter.

Holes in the walls, windows smashed with glass littering the floor. The poor little Bubbies were trying their best to help tidy!

"Excuse me? Don't mind me, coming through..."

While scrubbing the table, head hung low, you didn't seem to hear the footsteps. Not until a hand waves to gain your attention. It was Goldbullet.

"Phew, quite the party. I hope you don't mind if I... Help you clean up a bit?" He asks with a small chuckle, leaning agaisnt the countertop.