"The bar stools? They're quite crap if you ask me, been worn out and yeah.. Not so comfortable are they?" He kicked the old gas can next to him, "I'm here for water, then I stayed for the amusement.. Like the girl blushing heavily to the right of me, quite nice to see someone that is not able to lie that well." He tugged on his hood as he pulled it down, letting his greasy pearl white hair fall down. However it would stand out in EVERY damn direction it was like a shrub, a shrub that had not been cut, trimmed or even looked at for years at end. "And I'm not that good at judging people, however there are only a few types of people who pass through our lovely town and even fewer who actually survive." He chuckled to himself as he took another spin with his arms stretched out, giggling a bit to himself in glee as he then focused on the man again. "So manual labour eh'.. Won't find much around here, I mean .. this world is not suited for manual labour any more. Have to be more specialized, become a doctor! Make em' pay up front and then it doesn't matter hoe the treatment goes, I have a book on brain surgery back at the shop. Never tried actually conducting it on anyone but y'know, good for future references."