"Yo barkeep! Can I get some cherry wood for Meepers?"

"Errm... I think I have some..." Tossing a piece of cherry wood to Jero, "Whatever is Meepers..." He wondered...

"Meep"

After eating his fill of eggs, Jero took a hold of Meepers, setting him on his shoulder.

"Barkeep..."

"Yea? Sup dude?"

"Here, payment for the food!" said Jero as he tossed a bag of gold to the guy. "Keep the change."

"Ahh! Thank you sir!" Cried the barkeep, "This is so much!"

"It's mine now b***!" The money left his hands, right into a young adult's hands.

"Oi! I gave that to the barkeep!" Yelled Jero, "Give it back!"

"Make me..." The guy said sticking his toungue out, and flipping off Jero before running out...

"Mm... Yeah... Make you? Sure." Said Jero as he appeared before the guy, "How about this."

'Pah'

He slapped him, making the guy's face distort as he flew away through a few walls.

"Umm... he's dead... Right?"

"I think he's ok... maybe?" Unsure himself, Jero said ambiguously, "Anyways, barkeep here you go." He said as he handed the barkeep the bag once more.

"Make sure that you don't lose it this time!" Teased Jero, "You don't want to end up losing customers"

"Yes sir!" The barkeep nodded vigorously, taking his joking completely seriously...

"Ehhm, I was joking... Whatever... I can't even joke anymore." Lamented Jero, "Life sometimes is a butt."

"See ya! I have a tournament to win!"

'Whizz'

"Erm, make sure that the guy who was slapped isn't dead." The barkeep's now dark face said ominously, "That kid will pay for this.."