"You weren't the smartest when you was a kid were yous." Really, jumping in a pile of dead leaves in front of another kid just sounds dumb.

He keeps routing around behind the bar, but everything that's left was really left for a reason. There's not much else but weird flavoured vodkas and drink mixers. Creme de Menthe? Really? People still drink that shit?

"This place just keeps getting better and fucking better. First we got no fucking smokes and now the booze is running outs. Even back home it ain't this bleak." He holds up a bottle of what appears to be bubblegum flavoured vodka and shudders.