"Well that's lovely." said Terry as he strolled into the inn. "I do love a good nose on my cheek! I'll call you Henry."

Terry climbed on top of the barkeep's counter and shouted in an incomprehensible language of some sort, only stopping to take his breath. After nearly 30 seconds of continued shouting, Terry stopped and pointed to his new nose. 

"This is Henry! Come on everyone, raise your glasses!" Terry raised a bottle of Scotch. "To Henry!" 

Terry drank the whole bottle in one swig. When he had finished, Terry fell to the floor and laid still. A goofy grin came upon his face as he laid down on his belly. It wasn't long before a posh, moustached man wearing a suit and wielding a cane had approached him, kicking his leg.

"Are you alright there, chap?" he asked. "DOCTOR! Is there a doctor in here?" He began to ask various people in the bar, saying "Anyone?" to every person he saw.