He hops up onto a stool and asks the bartender for an ale.
The bartender looks at the weasel and puts his hands on his hips. "Sorry, kid, but you're looking wayyyy too young for alcohol, can't serve you ale."
The weasel looked nonplussed. "Okay, what about beer?" The bartender glared. "No beer neither."
The weasel sighed. "Okay, what *do* you have that I can drink?"
"We've got water, milk, orange juice, coffee and pop" said the bartender. "What'll you have?"
"Pop," goes the weasel.
The bartender looks at the weasel and puts his hands on his hips. "Sorry, kid, but you're looking wayyyy too young for alcohol, can't serve you ale."
The weasel looked nonplussed. "Okay, what about beer?" The bartender glared. "No beer neither."
The weasel sighed. "Okay, what *do* you have that I can drink?"
"We've got water, milk, orange juice, coffee and pop" said the bartender. "What'll you have?"
"Pop," goes the weasel.
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