bear walks into a bar and orders a bear. Ensuing conversation below:
Barkeep: Sorry, we don't server bears here (points at sign that states 'this establishment does not serve beers to bears")
Bear: Look, buddy, it's been a rough day. Just gimme a beer and I'll be on my way.
Barkeep: Sorry pal, not my decision. Upper management and all that.
Bear. I understand. Just gimme a beer before I get mad, and I'll be on my way, as I said.
Barkeep: Sorry. No beer for bears.
Bear: All right, now I'm angry. Either give me a beer, or I'll eat that lady at the end of the bar (points toward some haggard wench on her 12th tequila fannybanger of the day)
Barkeep: Do what you need to, but this bar will not serve bears beers.
Bear goes down and messily devours the haggard wench. Comes back, muzzle all bloody, shreds of clothing in his teeth.
Bear: NOW give me a beer. Or you won't like the consequences.
Barkeep: Sorry. Don't serve drug users here. (points at another sign)
Bear (flabbergasted): WTF? All I asked for was a beer. I don't do dope.
Barkeep: Really, now? That was the barbituate.
