Carlsberg Black Label

"Flibbertigibbon!" said Arthur, rematerialising after a huge absence of MANY pains. "I really thought I'd vanished for never into a queasy queaky squeezy cliqué saneless weirdbag of salmonella droppings — but it's all right ('twas just the weather aftercast).")

    "Can I help you?" mused Bertie, the Perplexed Beaver from Outer Mongo-away.

    "Lemon meringue pie!" screeched Arthur.

    "You're mad" said the sane mango, who wasn't in the picture, because he didn't know what he looked like.

    "Glad to know someone is" said Arthur, who wasn't.

    "You're odd" said the same mango (tho' it was still completely other). "Where's the yakky?" lied Prof. Carlsberg (or was it Kronenburg? Or Löwenbräu?).

    And the advertising jingle went:

        "Carlsberg Black Label."

    And at the mention of the word "black", riots broke out in every major city in London.