Weedpacket knocks back his Irish coffee, but halfway through something catches in his throat. Coffee sprays across the bar and speckles a few innocent bystanders. One of them notices that Weedpacket appears to be chocking and gives him a good solid whack between the shoulderblades. With a cough, something is ejected from Weed's throat that lands in the spreading puddle.
Recovering his breath (and absentmindedly thanking his anonymous benefactor), Weedpacket looks at the object.
"Hey! How the hell did this lima bean get in my drink?!"
