LEJ lifted his pint, then stopped as he saw the form of a mouse perched on the rim, head buried in the foam. "Goddam Guinness-emboldened sumbitchin mouse" he grumbled, pulling it up by the tail. The mouse appeared to be unconscious. LEJ placed it on the bar, where its four legs immediately splayed in four different directions. He nudged it with his forefinger, saying "go on, boy," but it appeared to have expired. He turned it over and called out to Kat as he prodded its fat belly with his fingertip, "say...you know how to give a mouse artificial resuscitation?"Suddenly, the mouse belched and sat up, rubbing its eyes and saying "Mother Mary and all the bleedin' saints! I just had a terrible dream that a cat had swallered myself!" LEJ frowned in sympathy, pouring a shot glass full of Guinness for the rodent and saying "fine. Drink with me...just stay out of my pint."