Don't pay these rowdies any attention, Joe. They're just around to cause trouble, get drunk, shoot out the light, wreck the joint, and generally push their irresponsible behavior way over the line. They'll all end up in jail again, no doubt, hung over and no way to pay the fine. But to celebrate your natal month, may I offer you this small drink? It used to be called a "Purple Jesus" but I've substituted mezcal for the grain alcohol and so you now pronounce it as a "Purple HAY-zeus." I've left you the worm, too, as a b******y dinner.