A short man with a potbelly trips over his own shoe buckle and pours his drink over the back of a sailor. In a few seconds, they have the sinner lifted onto a table and they force the poor sod to dance, while they surround him on all sides and tilt the surface of the table until the wood groans. One of their number has pulled out his knife and is hunting the man’s toes with its point.
Typical Friday night
