A grenadier walks into a ritzy bar. Grabs a menu. Checks the prices. His heart stops.
"Medic! My heart! Gad-Zooks, this place is expensive!!!"
Once revived, he rifles through his wallet, and finds a heavy gold coin. Hands it to the barkeep, who tanks him.
"I wouldn't pay this much," says the Gren, "but it's a scorcher out there. Man my wife will be mad when she finds out what I spent on this lousy drink..."
"Don't tell her," says the bartender. "Why warri'or?"
(I'll show myself out)