One day Edgar was sitting in the South Figaro cafe drinking his second bottle of Jack Daniel's and arguing with his equally drunk brother Sabin about which one of them
would be the better professional wrestler. Setzer, a little tipsy himself, soon joined them and declared that he would be the best professional wrestler. The argument continued
for another hour, with everyone getting drunker by the minute. Finally, the bartender, who had just heard a similar athe three of them stormed back into the cafe and started yelling at the bartender.
"You can't kick us out!" Edgar yelled at the bartender.
"Why not?" asked the bartender, casually wiping a glass.
"Because weyselves!" Cyan angrily asked.
All the response he got was drunken stares and the occasional burp. He then proceeded to give them a long lecture on how royalty, and friends of royalty, were supposed to conduct
themselves in purd them wake up and went to see how reality would hit them.
"Cyan," said Sabin, "why didn't you tell us we were acting like jerks earlier!"
"Do you know what will happen to my reputation?" Edgar asked.
"To answeer to act irresponsible in public again, got to work fixing the cafe.
With all the help they received, it only took a few hours to finish the job. When they had
