From the Journal of a Jester in the Town of Kenner

(This page was found on the ground outside the bar, torn out of the journal of a jester passing by.)

(I got this idea for a joke from this party of strange travelers outside the bar. They wore weapons of magic, and one of them was talking to the others about an encounter with the bartender. This might make an entertaining tale to tell but it needs some refinement.)

The setup:

An Eladrin Warlock walks (teleports?) into a bar. "I've just walked all the way across the tundra," he says, "and I'd like a warm drink -- perhaps some mead." The bartender replies, "Sorry, all we have is this vodka." He pours the Eladrin a glass, and the Eladrin sips the drink and almost spits it out.

The punchline:

The bartender says, "You know, we don't get many people who walk across the tundra to get here." The Eladrin replies, "Yes, and if all you serve is this crappy vodka, you won't get many more."

(Scribbled in the margins) Too long. Maybe change Eladrin Warlock to talking warhammer.

The bartender says, "You know, we don't get many talking warhammers around here." The warhammer replies, "Yes, and if all you serve is this crappy vodka, you won't get many more." (beat)