A magician walks into a bar and orders a drink.

The bartender says, “We don’t serve illusions here.”
The magician grins, “That’s fine—I’m not really here.”
The bartender frowns. “Huh?”
The magician waves his hand. “Classic misdirection. While you were staring at me… I made your tip jar disappear.”
The bartender whirls around—gone.
“Give it back!” he yells.
The magician shrugs. “I would… but so is your dignity.”
He snaps his fingers—puff!—the magician vanishes, leaving only a cocktail napkin behind.
On it, scrawled in messy ink:
“Thanks for the drink. The rabbit will pay.”