Ian the Blue has been stood at the bar, staring into space for the last hour. His head JOLTS and then looks around. "have YOU ever tried making blue curaco sunrise while sleep-walking??" he shouts angrily at Mistress PushmiPullu. "oh..is this mine?"..he picks up the now warm pale ale, produces a folded-up blue drinking straw from his back trouser pocket, unfolds it, and proceeds to begin canceling out the extreme dehydration by drinking quickly and finishing the pint.
He raises his right hand and throws it down on the bar. Then having produced blue chalk from his back trouser pocket, adds another mark on the tally on his right hand. "another please, Mistress PushmiPullu". He sits and mumbles quitely under his breath.