[Graybeard]

Graybeard, who has been continually dipping into the salted roasted cockroaches, and downing copious quantities of ale, does a quick audit and realises he can now count 16 Roberts.

By an ENORMOUS mental effort he manages to concentrate all his powers of deduction and divides the 16 Roberts by 2 for double vision, 2 more for corrective spectacles kindly replaced by MMS, and then by a further 4 for the alcohol induced spectres. He realises with great satisfaction that he is now down to 1 Robert.

This satisfaction is shortlived as he realises that now everybody else has only a 1/2 Robert.
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[Bogie]

Funny thing is that Bogie wears tri-focals. Now, suffering slightly blurred vision from over indulgence, and tri-focals he sees three Roberts.

Decides to buy another round before the total goes any higher.

[Graybeard]

Graybeard realises that a serious problem is occurring in the Pub. Bogie, who is wearing tri-focals should only be allowed to see 1.5 Roberts according to Graybeards long division. not the current 3

Graybeard goes into a huddle with Bogie and they both come to the startingly conclusion that the pub is facing the very real threat of the probability of all possible Roberts de-cohering.

A line of reasoning is reached that if alcohol can cause in-coherence, perhaps it is causing the de-coherance of all possible Roberts.

What is to be done .... O' for a Solomon now, they wail!

[Bogie]

What scares me is if the in-coherence affects all of us will the de-coherance affect all of us too?

[Robert]

Robert is sitting now, a little confused over all the confusion in the Pub, and swallows the peanuts he's been chewing on. Then he reaches into the peanut bowl for more, but before stuffing them in his moth, he sees something moving in his hand. Robert bends over to look closer at the mound of peanuts in his hand, straining his bloodshot eyes to focus ever so closer. Right as Roberts eyes come into focus a really big cockroach jumps onto Robert's nose and stares right back at him. Robert feels his adrenaline pumping, his blood vessels narrow as his blood pressure skyrockets, his eyes open wide as he inhales.... and...

Robert screams again, "Aaaaaaaaaaeeeeehhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"!

All the other Roberts hear the screaming and turn to see a giant cockroach on Roberts nose, and they all start screaming too., "aAAAAJaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAA..." And the screaming goes on and on and on for what seems like a very long time...

If fact, stories will be told to future generations of beer drinkers how, upon entering the pub, if they drink enough beer and stare at a handful of peanuts just right, they too can hear the echos of screaming that began this day in the Many-Worlds Pub.