THE MOST JELLYFISHY RANDOMISH STORY EVER

You run away from the scary lady and walk into a bar. Leaning on the bar, you look the bartender in the eye and say, "Fizzy punch, please."
The bartender looks you up and down disbelievingly (you're still wearing your clown suit, after all).
"Is this some kind of joke?" he ask incredulously.
What do you do?