What shall we do with the drunken sailor? (Or the drunken Sandy, for that matter.)
Put him on the long-boat ‘till he’s sober.
Or, for maximum hilarity, point him towards the nearest conversation. Alcohol takes away the myriad of filters Sandy’s built up over the years, and leaves him much more open and emotional. Among friends, he’s quite the happy, friendly sort. Of course, there’s always the risk that something will make him lose his temper or send him into a spiral of sorrow, but he’ll probably say some wacky things before that happens. :3