Polar Bear walks into a pub. Barman looks up, surprised.
"Erm, a pint of Doom Bar please" says the Polar Bear.
Speechless, the barman draws the beer into the glass, hands over the drink and says "That'll be £8.45 please"
Wincing to himself, the Polar Bear reaches inside his white furry folds and pulls out a £10 note from somewhere.
The barman says "You know, it isn't often we get talking Polar Bears in this pub"
And the bear replies