A plain clothed man wearing flip flops
walked over to the sailors at the other end of the bar.

He had three bottles of beer in his right hand,
and three bottles in his left.

The five sailors tipped their beers back.

One of the sailors put his beer on the table, but it fell and he deftly caught it before it landed on the bar stool to the whoops and cries of the men.

One sailor shouted “Hands McGee!”
I wonder how long it will stick.