WH sits drunk talking to a woman at the bar.

WH ".....this watch she says is magic....fucking magical....magical my arse now what's fucking magical is the money it's worth......"

Woman at bar (WB) ".... So how much do you have on you now??"

WH "no you don't understand the money is in the watch but she won't part with it....."

WB "so you have no money??" And storms off

A young man (YM) "eh this watch, what do you mean it's magical?...."

WH "but that's the thing it's not is it....there's no such thing as magic"

YM "well as it just so happens I might know a gentleman who believes quite the contrary and if you tell me about some of these magical powers it possesses then maybe he could convince your lady into parting ways with it......for a very handsome price I might add"

WH "I told you she won't let go of it"

YM "now mister what you underestimate is just how persuasive this friend of mine can be.....c'mon old chap humour me if anything and I'll get the next round in"

WH "well it's your bloody money.....I'm drinking a single malt......let me see....aha the hot air balloon"