and he orders 4 beers. The bartender hands him the beers and the dwarf goes to a table by himself and starts drinking, taking one sip from each mug so they stay equal.
He comes in and does this a few more times before the bartender asks him “so why do you order four beers and drink them one sip at a time?” and the Dwarf says “I have three brothers all around Azeroth, and on the same night, we all go to our favorite bars and order four beers, and drink them one sip at a time so that it’s like we are drinking together.”
The bartender was awfully moved by this, and happily kept serving the Dwarf. One night, the Dwarf came in and ordered three beers. The bartender, absolutely shocked, handed the Dwarf three beers and turned away. While the Dwarf was drinking, the bartender decided he had to say something, so he went over to the Dwarf and said “I am so sorry for the loss of your brother.” The Dwarf looked at him confused for a moment and then he said “Oh you got the wrong idea, I quit drinking!”
A human, and elf and a dwarf walk into a tavern, and each orders a pint of ale. Just as soon as each are served, three flies buzz down from the rafters and settle, one on the rim of each mug.
The elf shudders, pushes the mug away, and orders a fresh one.
The human shrugs, shoos the fly off, and drinks.
The dwarf frowns, gathers himself and, with a deft snap of his stubby fingers, catchers the fly by the wings, holds it over the mug and shouts, “Spit it oot, ya wee bastart! Spit it oot!”