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 Bedraggled and rumpled, Rincewind walks through the backdoor and immediately squeaks in shock as a waitrat passes by him. He dodges out of the way only to find himself in the path of another one and so dodges yet again. He's used to rats, as anyone who grew up in Ankh-morpork, but even those illustrious rats never get this size. He spins and runs, making it a few tables before yet another is before him and he alters his flight again. Eventually he falls behind Bar and lays panting.

Once his breathing slows, he peaks out at the bar area (having removed his hat of course) and finds a note waiting on the Bar for him. He puts his hat back on and reads.

"What?" he says obviously confused. "But I don't know…" Another note. "I can't…" Yet another note.

As they talk, the specials board is writing itself to read:

Ale
Wine
Explain the rules to the new patron and your first drink is free.
Half off your second if you explain Milliways.

 

"Okay," he finally says very hesitantly, "but what's a 'Happy Hour'?" No more notes appear and Rincewind gets a terrible feeling in his gut as the grain of the Bar is starting to look familiar…like he's seen it somewhere before.