[Uh-oh...Sabo so enjoyed his little scrap with Tex the other day that he's decided to live it up tonight at Starlin's. He's started to have a bit too much fun with some of the other raucous patrons - you know he's having too much fun, of course, when he starts to sing.]"At the pub at the crossroads, there's whiskey and beer,
There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years -
But for killing the thirst, yes I'll proudly shout:
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"
[...yes, it seems that somewhere along the course of the evening, Sabo accidentally left his communicator on and open, allowing everyone to get an earful of his surprisingly dulcet tones. His words are only slurring slightly, so this is him after only a few drinks. Just wait until he REALLY gets going.]"I've traveled the Grand Line, I've traveled the Red!
At the sound of good music I'll sing 'till I'm dead!
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more.
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"
[Never mind that the song is a little out of order. Nobody else seems to care. The rest of the crowd has learned enough of the song and melody that others have joined in, with absolutely everyone singing recklessly loud at the chorus. The floor is rattling and the rafters are shaking, but everyone seems to be having a good time. Sabo himself is standing on top of a table to lead this make-shift glee club.]"Some folks o'er the water think bitter is fine?
While others the swear by the juice of the vine.
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop -
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!
Drink it up, men! It's long after ten!"[And just before the transmission closes, the table below Sabo breaks, and everyone (including him) descends into fits of laughter.]