A panda bear walks into a pub, sits down at the bar, and orders some food. The bartender shrugs, and gives the panda his food. After all, he's already seen a monkey, a pair of ferrets, a horse, and a huge variety of foreigners in here in the past few days. What's so strange about a panda?
The panda finishes his beer nuts, then stands up, pulls out an uzi, and begins spraying bullets through the pub. The bartender dives behind the bar, and the waitresses scream and hide under tables, while the bullets chew up the walls, shatter bottles, and blast holes in the furniture.
Then, casually, the panda puts the uzi away and starts to walk toward the door. The bartender stands up from behind the bar and screams at the panda, "What the hell did you do that for?!"
The panda shrugs un-apologetically. "I'm a panda. Look it up." Then he walks out the door.
The bartender sighs, and checks to make sure that none of the other weird animals in the bar are going to pull out automatic weapons. He tells the waitresses to start cleaning up, and goes to find a dictionary. There, he looks up pandas.
"Panda, n. Black and white bear-like mammal. Native to Tibet and China. Eats shoots and leaves."