So, the gent walked into the damn pub.
"Give me some leather, with vertical lines all over the place," he yelped in a heavy Hollish accent.
The bartender, a lizard, ignored him. The gent looked at the damn television, it was on channel 12. "Damn channel 12," he thought. He surveyed the pub, but alas, it was filled with more lizards. He hated lizards.
So, he walked over to a nearby table, and started kicking some damn iguanas. They looked up at him, pathetically, and whipped their tongues around in vain.
The damn police walked into the pub. They looked like alligator lovers.
"What the fuck?" cried the head one.
"Oh, gee. These chameleons, I couldn't see them, y'know.." sputtered the gent.