CHpistol lies on the street. A crowd forms around him. He shooes them off.

Get off me! GET OFF ME! Think you can silence me?! Well, there's enough peppermint schnappes in this vein to take down a full-sized bull, and I don't know if you've seen a full-sized bull, but he CAN FREAKING DRINK! 

He removes a bottle from his coat, rips off the cap and starts chugging.

And further more, how about the bums! What are we doing for them, huh? I SAY WE FREE THEM ALL! NOW, WHO'S WITH ME!

CHpistol tries to incite a crowd, not much happens. 

Listening to the ramblings of a drunken confused goomba he shakes his head and walks away

The bums are free. Free to shoot anyways for the most part. You should help set them free, I'm sure they'd be grateful.

The BUMS?! It ain't THEM we gotta worry about! It's the COMMIES! And the STEEL WORKERS! And the bombs! But mostly, it's the redemocrans! Yessirree bob! *swills more schnappes down*

-Katie, walk in alley, give out bottle of booze to the bums, keep warm , drink you hearts away, as the rain hit my hair and dips to my lips .

I've always felt that the ramblings of a drunk could make for great entertainment, personally.

Lili rolls her eyes and smiles.

Who says I'm entertaining? What, y'think Im just a tiny dancer or something? I can go 5 seconds...

Pants fall down.

Can I at least finish stealing that joke?! DAMN YOU, HOBO GODS!

As Angel walks past the rambling drunk man, she notices his pants fall down, and laughs to herself in pity. She then walks over and hands him the food she was bringing home to eat while she reviewed a few things for her family.

Here is some food for you, you poor thing. Maybe it will help you out. I hope you enjoy it.

How is this pasta supposed to keep my pants up?

Perhaps you can fashion a spaghetti belt..

But why wouldn't I just eat it? You rich people and your "logics" and what-not...