At a world brewing convention in California, the CEOs of various brewing organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference. Brian, CEO of Fosters, shouted to the Barman: "In 'Strylya, we make the Best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a bloody Fosters, mate." Bob, CEO of Budweiser, calls out next: "Here, in the States, we brew the finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, gimme a Bud." Hans steps up next: "In Germany ve invented das beer, ferdamt. Give me ein Becks, ya ist der real King of beers, danke." Tommy/Paddy, CEO of Guinness, steps forward: "Barman, would ya give me a diet Coke with ice and lemon? Tanks." The others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their faces. Eventually Brian asks: "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?" Tommy/Paddy replies "Well, if you pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I."