"How what turns out?"
Jolee chuckled and shook his head. "Is this what the Mandalorians have become? Light drinkers? Men who leave at the first sign of laughter?"
Jolee watched as the Mandalorian tore off his helmet and got sick on the floor.
"Was that it? I wouldn't have waited for that...."
If you really were a Mandalorain...you would go in there and demand another drink. Your a Mandalorian damnit! Act like one!"