lunes, noviembre 28, 2005

Yaaaay, beer!

Yaaaaay, beer!

As you stumble around in the dimly lit cellar, you encounter an entire troupe of cheerleading rats who seem to be worshipping a can of beer. If there's one thing you didn't expect to see before you died, it's twenty rats wearing little skirts.

The rats form into a pyramid and begin singing a weird little fight song in high, piping voices:

We have tails and we have eyes,
We are far and we are near
It should come as no surprise
That we praise the mighty beer.
Yaaaaay, beer!

And then the pyramid falls apart and the rats scamper away. You hork their can of beer and get away as fast as you can.

You acquire an item: ice-cold beer