The Barkeeper looks on but stands back just in case you become violent. You watch him as sip after sip of the refreshing drink trickles down the throat.
"Not bad, but it has a strange sort of after taste!" you remark as licking your lips seems to spread the taste making your nose smell it now too.
"Fodder fumes !" says the Barkeeper still keeping his distance while serving the brew to yet another just like you.
"Fodder fumes, what pray tell is that?" you ask as yet another sip is taken.
"Fodder is what they feed to stabled animals, cattle, and certain beasts of burden generally kept inside the barns." says the Barkeeper as now he walks to the far end of the bar serving a group of professors talking about the dancing animal girls.
You look at the brew its frawthy head and funny glints of green tiny bits floating on top the white.
Then a hickup, "Hick Haw!" says you as those either side of you move over one stool.
You smile a goofy big toothed grin at them while a hairy backhand wipes the frawth from off your thickening lips.