A troupe of depressed but wonderfully bearded Irishfolk enter, calling for Redbreast 21. After being served they retire to the súgáns around the fire.

Interested, the man in the corner asks the nearest one where they were from.

"Trá Lí," the Irishman (named Seamus, not that it matters) replies. "We're here to commit suicide, though."

"Er, why?"

"Well, we're all from Trá Lí. Kerry, you know," Seamus said.

"Ah!" he exclaims. "I understand now! It's time for Hairy Kerry!"