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A pub landlord is clearing empty glasses from his beer garden one afternoon when a voice says, "Got any food?" He turns round and is shocked to see a rabbit talking to him. "You want some rabbit food?" he asks. "No, proper food, like steak and chips," says the rabbit. "My cook's gone home for the afternoon," says the landlord. "I could do you a sandwich." "Haven't you got anything hot?" "How about a toastie?" says the landlord. "I've got cheese, jam and ham." "OK, I'll have a ham toastie and a pint of bitter - take it out of that," says the rabbit, taking a £20 note out of his fur. The bewildered landlord takes the money and returns with the order. Half an hour later, he finds the rabbit somewhat the worse for wear. "Ah, lanlorth," he says, "I'll have a sheese toashtie and another bint of pitter." "Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" says the landlord. "No, donth worry about me. I can take my thrink." So the landlord brings him what he's asked for. Half an hour later, the rabbit is paralytic. "Lanlorsh," he says. "I'll have a zham toashtie and another pinth of butter." "Now look," says the landlord, "you're only a little rabbit. All this alcohol could kill you." The rabbit pleads that it isn't often he has the money for a good session, so the landlord gives in and serves him. Half an hour later, he returns to find the rabbit dead. End of the joke follows shortly.