The flying, farting, rapidly deflating sheep zooms under a back table in the bar. The scruffy, bearded, fat ocarinageek struggles out from under the table that he dribbled under countless days ago.

Bleary eyed he stumbles toward the bar.
"I tink I kinda passed out back yonder bout a week ago, hair of the dawg please."

He tosses the inflatable sheep carcass on the bar.
"Don't know who this thing belongs to but it looks like its (wait for it....) BUGGERED IN THE END." He guffaws at his own joke and hastily drains the Guiness that someone kindly set before him.

"Had the weirdest stout and peanut butter sandwich induced dreams...motorcycle ninjas, parrots buggering sheep, something about Kaw-li ga never getting kissed, cats singing harmony, and a mouse trying to make out with something? Any body seen my ocarinas?"