Bartender says, "Sorry, we can't serve beers to bears in bars in Boise." The bear insists. "You know I can eat you, right??" The bartender still refuses. "We can't serve beers to bears in bars in Boise." The bear ups the ante: "I can eat all your customers!" Bartender tells him, "My hands are tied -- we can't serve beers to bears in bars in Boise." The bear points to a woman at the end of the bar, drunk and scantily clad. "If you don't give me a beer RIGHT NOW, I'm gonna go eat that woman and you'll be down a customer." The bartender sighs and tells him, "There's nothing I can do. I can't serve beers to bears in bars in Boise."

So the bear goes to the end of the bar and eats the woman. He comes back to the bartender, blood still dripping from his mouth. "NOW. How about that beer?" The bartender says, "Look, I don't know how many times I have to say this. We can't serve beers to bears in bars in Boise. And we have a policy in this bar that we don't serve druggies, either."

The bear is aghast. "Druggies? What the heck are you talking about? I'm no druggie!!" The bartender points to the remnants of his victim and says, "Well, that was a barbituate."