I have a soothing way with those grumpy old men.
I put on my motivational speaker hat and inspire them to a more comfortable, productive life.
Tell 'em to shape the hell up, no one likes those miserable old bastards. If they can't be cheerful there is always hemlock, they can at least do the world a favor. If they think their life is tough, I make 'em listen to my story and point out what candy-asses they are.
Now, ER isn't really a grumpy old man. Too cheerful, constructive, not old enough. The only one I'm sure of is Bowser, and the dumb bastard hasn't responded to my treatment method, yet. Maybe he will, but he seems challenged in the cheerful department. And the harder I work on him the worse he seems to get.
Maroon.