The Black Belt Caterpillar is very full of crumpets. He knows just what he needs to finish off the meal/snack/banquet. He advances to the bar.

“A pickled cabbage and salad cream sandwich please”.

“Happy to get you that. There’s a bit of a run on them today, must be four people ordered them today”.

“Four?” The BBCW looks worried.

“Make that five” says a voice from further along behind the bar.