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[_mahal]

*For once in his life, finds himself blessing Irmo's drugs obsession and consequent resistance.*Wanders back towards the meadow and as he passes Turco's house, hears a strange rumbling sound coming from the basment

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[caranthire]

*looks out the window*

>.<

Turco. You. IDIOT.

[turco]

*comes home to find beer destruction*

Oh...FUCK.

[caranthire]

*storms over looking most displeased*

[turco]

*gapes, looking completely stricken*

THE BEER!

...

Oh, and, MY HOUSE!

[caranthire]

...

Looks like you'll be back at Ada's for a little while. >:)

[turco]

SHIT! SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!!! PISS!

*stops and starts* buh--buh--wha...THAT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED! OUR BEER WENT UP INTO THE AIR! AND THEN AULE DRANK IT!

[caranthire]

*pats you on the shoulder, amused because it hasn't happened to her*

Oh come on now. You get to live with a stripper, a recovering alcoholic, a sarcy ginger kid, and your brother and the twins. You'll have a BLAST!!!

[turco]

BUT MY BEER HOUSE!!!

[caranthire]

*puts on a solemn expression and places an arm around your shoulders*

Turco. There will be other beers houses.

Namely, we are stinking rich and can easily pay for the repairs...

... and raid Ada's wine cellar...

[turco]

True. There's always the wine cellar.

*sniffles* My firstborn beer. Gone. GONE!

[caranthire]

Well. It's clearly worthy of the gods. Think of it as a sacrifice to ensure success to your new beers!

[turco]

It won't be the same. That beer was so YOUNG.

[caranthire]

Good point. Young beer's shite. You can tell. Budweiser use that as a marketing point.

[_finduilas]

MY HOUSE.

[turco]

*winces, like wow*

Our house? :S

[_finduilas]

Our house with the hole in the wall now.