"So..." said Barry, wiping yet another glass, "A working man, eh? You got a lot of smudges on that shirt."
Bob chuckled. "Yup, I'm an electrician. The only one in Smashburo, so far as I know. I also do a little plumbing on the side. I have no trouble finding work!"
Alphonse, who was now awake, snapped back into soberness and glared at Bob.
"Why, just the other day the mayor was having trouble with his pipes. I fixed the problem, and he practically threw a week's pay right at me!"
Alphonse was fuming. "Hey!" he shouted, tapping Bob's shoulder. "I'm a full-time plumber, and I haven't found any work in weeks! Now I find out you're stealing all my clients!"
Bob stared Alphonse down, causing the drunk to avoid eyesight. "Well, it's no wonder nobody would hire you. I mean, look at you! A bushy mustache isn't very professional. And what's with the overalls?! This isn't 1985! Get with the times!"
Alphonse rubbed his 'stache self-consciously, then picked at his overall straps timidly.
"And on top of all that, you're sitting in a bar getting WASTED."