[archer's about to comment when sans goes ahead and deep throats that pickle, briefly surprising him enough that his train of thought derails for a moment. archer's left there with his finger on another pickle he was about to send sailing in kind looking like an idiot.]

Yeah, but like, a non-shitty bar. This retro theme was old before I even woke up. [a beat as he stands up, away from the tree, then:] Or, well, I guess it's all new to you idiots. Hey, do you still put leeches on people to heal them?

[he takes a sip from his flask, pointing at sans with the base of his cane as he speaks.]

Fuckin' dry events. Don't even have the decency to spike the punch with LSD. Where's Carol when you need her?