>>5542928>>5543125>>5543538>>5543596>>5543656>>5543693>>5543854You grab a modestly-sized cup and fill it up to the brim and a touch beyond. You're going to get your money's worth of cheap, flavored ice if it's the last thing you do. You also grab a greasy hotdog off the rack and slide it into a dry bun. Nostalgia hits you like some sort of makeshift flyswatter made out of desperation or perhaps a stray machine gun bullet. You're not quite sure why those analogies came to mind.
>>5542397>>5542405>>5542630>>5542657>>5542725>>5542890>>5542928>>5542930>>5543125>>5543538>>5543854>>5544134>>5544143>>5544146>>5544169>>5544567>>5545927As you take bites out of your delicious fast food, you let your mind wander. Man, your brother-in-law, HENRY R. SCHRADER, would have loved this. You should get him some beef jerky or something; maybe you'll give it to him when he and MARIE come to your place for your birthday party.
You take a big sip of the ice cold slurpee (for some reason you chose Blue Raspberry). You remember HANK mentioning something to you about some pet project he had going on about making his own special Lager concoction. He even ordered that handy bottling machine from that coupon book in the mail which, in hindsight, was probably where he got the idea to make beer in the first place.
You think to yourself though. Imagine the possibilities if you were to... partner up.
