Paddy: So this cripple keeps poking me with his crutch. Turns out he wanted help across the muddy road to the tavern
Patrick: And you being passed out next to a barrel would obviously be a good candidate
Paddy: I… that bit never occurred to me. I just assumed he liked poking me with a stick
Patrick: Anyhow…
Paddy: So the three of us went to the tavern where I traded a sampling of the libations for some food. This is when I discovered that the barrel had been swapped and years had passed
Patrick: Years?
Paddy: It’s the only Possible explanation for my tradgedy
