Like replied for Snazzy, as he was occupied with a serious attempt towards sobbing.
"With Snazzy in a state of depression, and the barzombie occupied suplying beer to a sudden frat party, there isn't anyone to talk about ghost juleps with you. The bar is currently unmanned."
Snazzy's tune started playing again, starting softly and slowly increasing in presence.
"But while you could say: the bar is unmanned, so no one can make me a drink."
The counter trembled slightly, as if with anticipation.
"You could also say: The bar is unmanned, so one one can stop me from playing around."
Neon lights flickered making the metal knob on the pump shine aluringly.
"Come play Cain. Pl[i]aaaaay.[/i]"