As Nautilus looks into the glass container, at his creamy and slightly fizzy refreshing beer, his eyes begin to glaze over. "I haven't even drunk it yet" he whispers under his breath. Slowly his hands glide off the glass and onto the bar, eventually his whole body slumps to the floor.
The bartender peers over the edge of the bar to see Nautilus laying on the floor totally unconscious. Thinking nothing of it, other than another drunken bum, he turns back around and continues to polish glasses.