Earthling (vaguely): "Paw's white mule's got lots of kick in it. Yup."
Upon finding it was a beverage, as we had suspected, a small quantity of nark was quickly inserted.
Baren Darl: "Try a drink."
Earthling: "What say?"
Baren Darl: "Have a drink?"
Earthling: "Uhhhhh. Maybe I will, but don't tell Paw. Paw says I'm simple enough without no white mule."
(Here he took a long draught without seeming effect, although we were expecting him to fall dead at our feet. We stood there staring at him, unbelievingly.)
Earthling: "That tasted mighty good. Got more of a kick than usual. Yup, sure did. Tasted like maybe somebody put in a wallop of turpentine."
He seemed perfectly at ease. I turned to Baren Darl and snapped, "The type of poison you recommended seems less than effective."