A man walks into a bar and orders a pint of Guinness. The barman says "I can't serve you a Guinness, or the bats will get you."

He left the place, annoyed and tried the pub over the road. He's told "I can't serve you a Guinness, or the bats will get you.".

The man tries every place serving beer in his town, and is met with the same response. "I can't serve you a Guinness, or the bats will get you."

He spends every weekend travelling up and down the country, trying to find somewhere that will serve him his favourite drink. Everywhere he goes, the same: "I can't serve you a Guinness, or the bats will get you."

The man spends the last of his savings to fly to the other side of the world, a small island in the Pacific Ocean. He finally finds a place that serves Guinness. He orders a pint. To his amazement, the barman pours him a Guinness. As the silky black liquid hit his lips, the frustration, the travel and all the expense faded away in his mind, as he savoured the taste of his favourite beer. Then the bats got him.