Continuing to drink more and more, the newcomer was loosening up.
He needed some help badly. His name is Vladamir, and he is one of the last vampire knights left in the universe. The people he needed to help were 3 important andalite scientists, and if he didnt help them and get them back by his deadline...then the cure they had helped make would never go into mass production, and the etire population of his planet would die.
Picking a random bar attender he walked over, ''Hello, my name is Vlad. I need some assistance, or my home worlds gone. Im sure u saw my theatrics, and thought it a bit much...'' then Vladamir looked up into the patrons eyes, his own glistening with tears, ''But if i dont hurry, my entire planet will die. The 3 andalites i need have invented a cure for a genetic mutation that struck the Uruks (his species) on my planet. Its going to kill them within months. Every last one... is there anyway you can help?''