Hello?
*notices a layer of dust on the bar, cobwebs on the staircase, a skeleton in one of the chairs holding some cards*
Man. Either they're doin Halloween up right, or no one has been here for a week!
Maybe they wuz all kidnapped! Oh, my. What should I do? The Marshall ain't here neither. Maybe he done been kidnapped, too. Think, Ferret, think!
If I was a bunch of sod-busting, side-winding, caterwauling drunks, where would I be?
Of course!
*walks behind the bar and grabs a bottle of whiskey. Opens it and takes a swallow. Then looks around*
Well, I ruled out "behind the bar." Guess while I'm here I should finish this bottle and rule out they ain't inside.