Gumpy Lawn decided to take the day off. He strode out of his trailer and looked at the desert scrub extending out to the horizon. He cracked open a Paulaner Salvator with his teeth and drained half in one swallow. "A good day for shoaling" commented the Righteous Man as he sqatted in front of Gumpy on a cactus. "I don't feel much like coming together in a large group or gathering Righty" he paused a moment and belched a fine spray of malty droplets over the Righteous Man, "That's the problem with belching. When beer is going out it can't be going in." He finished off his Salvator and crushed the bottle between his rough bare rosie palms. "Think I'll go searching for the lost bottle of Unctious Lew" said Gumpy. The Righteous Man's eyes widened, "But Gumpy, that's just a myth - a legend used to scare small children!"
"It's real, I've seen it." said Gumpy