"He must be dressed for Halloween, but he’s got the wrong time of year. Do think I should kick him out? Oh! Look out here he comes."
Sure enough, the intruder walked to the bar, stood next to where Mick sat and waited. Mick gulped down more of his drink, took a last draw on his cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray.
Mick realized that he was in for trouble when he finally turned back around to face the man.
The guy looked like Ben Franklin!