It's Always Sunny in Remnant

The Gang Meets the Ginger Pimp

In downtown Vale, located on Carter Street, was a little bar known as Paddy's Pub, ran by five individuals with varying degrees of incompetence.

It was a slow and quiet day, as any bar would be on a Monday before noon, however nothing ever stayed quiet for too long with this gang.

At a quarter till noon, the door was thrown open, and in stepped notorious criminal Roman Torchwick, strolling in like he owned the joint.

Roman: Greetings, gentlemen and gentlemenettes! I-

Mac: Hold it right there, pal.

Mac, the 'security guard' of the bar, adorned a black leather jacket and sunglasses, along with his normal attire. What followed was a very long and uncomfortable silence as he held up a hand.

Looking to his shorter partner in crime, a small mute by the name of Neopolitan, or Neo for short, met his confused glance with a shrug. Thankfully, the charade ended a moment later.

Mac: They're clear! They're clear.

Dennis, the man behind the bar, sighed and shook his head as if this was an everyday occurence. Which it was. Roman glanced to his partner again before clearing his throat and speaking up again.

Roman: Right, uh, anyways, I'm going to need a few of yours' services.

Silence followed again before Frank spoke up.

Frank: Who the hell is this jerkoff?

Roman: You....don't know who I am?

Frank: Nope!

Mac: What? Are we supposed to know every jabroni that walks in our bar?

Dee: Uh yeah that's ridiculous.

Charlie: Ridiculous? It's impossible! That's like a hundred faces to remember a day, I can't be expected to do that!

Mac: Listen bozo, do you want a beer or not?

The group, as they tend to do, preceeded to talk over each other, agreeing and berating the ginger pimp, until Dennis spoke up.

Dennis: Hold on, back up a moment there pal, what do you mean by services? Is that a sexual thing or....?

Dee: I was gonna ask about that too.

Charlie: Yeah! And who walks in a bar like that? Is that how you ask for beer?

Mac: Just say you want a beer next time bozo

Dennis: It's a very odd way to phrase that

Roman: What? No no that's not what I  meant! What I meant was I need a few of you to work with me and whatever weapons you have lying around here, or we'll take over your bar.

Frank: Over my dead body, Gingie!

With that Frank pulled out one of his revolvers, while the rest tried to restrain him with a chorus of "Woah, Frank"s repeating over and over again.

Typing on her screen, Neo displayed the message to the red haired gangster.

Neo: 'Still think this was a good idea?'

Which was met with a sigh.

Roman: I'm starting to have my doubts.

Finally, they managed to wrestle the gun out of his hand putting on the counter away from the oldest member of the crew.