A hipster steps up to the bar.
Hipster: I'll take a soy milk stout, but only if the soy wasn't raised in cages...
Bartender: We don't carry that.
Bartender: Here's the menu. Go back to the end of the line and figure out what you want.
Bartender: Next time you come up I want to hear a proper order, understood?!
The scolded hipster leaves and Max and Paul make it to the bar.
Max (to Paul): I have a new favorite bar!