The addition of two mugs to my table saves the barmaid a fate worst than death, to be pulled into my lap and sexually molested by me and the bunnysuit. Ignoring the pleadings of the bunnysuit to take her right then and there and turn her into a servant of chaos and lewdness, as I down one entire jug of warm beer and let out a mighty blech for the troubles. Wiping the foam from my mouth and taking stock of the rest of the common room for any potential targets to beat up and/or turn into lesbians. The barmaid gets a pass for the time being, as she is doing a much needed public service in getting people drunk and rowdy. I can respect that.