I crash into the bar, driving your car through the window.
But what about the hookers!? Don't forget the hookers!
Anyway, what the hell are you, Russian?
Dirty cheat. :P
While verbally harranguing you, I surprise you all with a huge Scottish Claymore that surprisingly no one noticed before when I brought it in. While looking at you menacingly, Portugal explodes causing you to drop your crossbow which fires the bolt into your knee. Surprised once again, you accidentally set fire to the rest of your ammunition. Seeing as our previous exertations have left us covered in whiskey, we all go up in flames along with the bar.
We need a new bar.
I don't care if there's not enough for me, I shall have my whiskey damn you!
Jump out again.