Chinese
We are in a bar in China. The Chinese are chanting their version of the ritual, “Come, come, come, Kaiser, come!” 
From their gestures, we come to understand that they think that if they sing “Lie-lie-lie, Kaiser, lie!” 
a big-breasted hot bombshell will appear. They start singing, except that, to their dismay, 
the ritual doesn’t work in Chinese. It only evokes an enormous Sumo wrestler, with well-endowed breasts.
Tagline: “Lie-lie-lie, Kaiser, lie!”

Heaven and Hell
A circle of spiristis old ladies are in a room. They evoke a certain Adolfo,
The husband of one of them.
They find the delay odd, since they prepared everything he likes: a table full of Kaiser beers. 
Adolfo hears their chorus from his cloud and falls from his couch in heaven to his couch at home. 
He grabs a Kaiser contendedly.
He feels another jolt and falls to a couch in gell, where pretty young women are chanting the same chorus. 
He explains that he was delayed because he had to make a stop along the way.
Anncr. VO: Come, come, come, kaiser, come.