"Conker, what's eating you up?" The bartender asked as he noticed Conker drinking another glass of beer.
"Oh, I'm just tired of it. All of it." Conker commented as he rubbed his nose, shaking his head. "18 years will do a number on ya... and I frankly just don't want to do anything."
"You know there's more to life than drinking your troubles away, right?" The bartender pointed out as he was cleaning an empty glass.
Conker shook his head as he waved his right hand at him. "No, I'll just go out somewhere for another walk."
Taking one last sip of his drink, Conker stumbled his way from the counter, slowly exiting out of the bar as he looked around, shrugging as he went on his way. What the squirrel didn't expect to see was Dry Bowser present, as it seemed like the skeletal reptile was always present at the weirdest opportunities.
"So you're having quite a bad day, huh?" Dry Bowser commented with his bony arms folded together.
Conker sighed while shaking his head. "You could say something like that."
Dry Bowser increased his yellow pupils within his empty eye sockets. "How much have you been drinking?"
"I've had plenty." Conker hiccuped as he wiped his mouth. "More than enough to make me want to die."
"Come now, you don't have to have the urge to commit suicide. It's not going to do you any favors."
"Are you telling me this because you're already dead?"
"Well, technically ah, no."