The indigenous helpful but somewhat mystified barman replied thus: "Eye amma Luigi. We no' sella de Tarrtan pints an' de wee heavy dumpsa gotta me beat, signor."
The Scotsman figured this out and paused for thought ......... "Seeyoujimmy, Luigi pal, see 'n' tell us whit does the Pope drink on hiss nichts oot, jings ?".
Luigi grasps the question and answers: "Il Papa he drinka da vairry small creme de menthe ona de high days an' de 'olidays, jimmy."
"Richto, innit", exclaims Wee Eck (for it is he), "See 'n' gies a coupla pints o' this creem dee menthy, Luigi pal."
Luigi pal obliges and the party begins ....... (nuff said
Next morning, or possibly the one after, Wee Eck disengages himself from the chandelier, locates his mucka and they both hold their bursting heads.
"Weell, Eck", slurs the nameless mucka, "At least noo we ken why yon Pope is a'wys kerried aroon' in a chairr !!".