Crazed (perhaps from a well-placed bonk on the head from a training session; who knows?), and ravenous, I fly through the doors in what would normally be called a dramatic entrance. However, for this rare exception rather, it would probably be called rambunctious. Desperate times tend to call for desperate measures.
With a slam of my fist on the main counter, I roar, "PRINGLE ME!!"
And I suppose that after that, I would've been served what I ordered like any good patron of any good shop. I really can't say for sure though, because I passed out.
Disclaimer: I don't know what I'm doing. I just found myself on this thread and decided I needed to write something haha. Maybe I'll do another one eventually, but hope you enjoy whatever in the world this is, for now.