Homer Simpson, resident lunk and drunk of Springfield, stumbled into Moe's Tavern in his usual ignorant bliss.
"Hiya, Homer!" Moe shouted out as he cleaned a beer mug. "The usual?"
Homer took a seat and smiled. "Is the sky green?" He asked, wrongly implying that he did want a beer.
Moe set the cup down and filled it up, but looked at Homer weirdly. "No, it's blue..."
"Oh..." Baldy sprung up in shock. "I think I need to go to the doctor soon then."
"WHY BOTHER?" Barney spouted out... followed by a loud belch. "Just drink 'till you see blue, that's what works for me! But if you see red...well just don't see red."
Scrungy Moe pushed Homer's beer to him and leaned on the counter. "So, how's Midge?"
"Who?" Homer asked after he chugged down his Duff Beer.
"Your wife."
Homer and Moe stared at each other for a minute. "Who?"
Iron Man burst in through the ceiling and landed near a barstool. "I am Iron Man and—whoa, did I land in a bar? Hot damn, hit me up!" He took a seat and pounded on the counter. He looked over, greeted by awkward stares. "Heyyyy, I remember you, I was drunk on your couch a while ago." He said as he pointed at Homer.
"Oh yeah, you shot me!"
Iron Man and Homer laughed loudly at the incident, before Iron Man stopped to chug his beer. "Good times...good times. Hey, let's do it again!"
"Huh?"
Iron Man blasted Homer through the window and turned back to Moe. "I am Iron Man: Beer me."