{coming up the stairs, frothing pewter stein in hand}
Hey, Veb, I could’ve saved you a trip. You been down in the guy’s cellar yet? I didn’t know they MADE kegs that big anymore.
There’s also a brace of Clydesdales stabled down there, a vintage skittle-board, a crystal meth lab, and oh yeah, it’s where he keeps his bang-bangs.
My politics forbid me to indulge, but you guys could probably have some good clean fun with the Kalashnikov and the Thompson submachine gun…hey! There’s a bunny rabbit on the lawn!