Rumors of my Demise
I have been consumed by the the non-beer oriented minions of Beazebub. They will not let me mediatate in peace, thinking of the cold golden nectar that soon awaits. Nor the tubular essence of pork or the salty freshness of the bretzel.
I need to fight them off one more day, then they will be vanquished and I will be free to dream!
Fear not! Fight the fight! And go with Prosit!
Puhba

