[A bleary-eyed man walks into the Mess and heads for the teapot, but being the observant kinda guy that he is, he notices that things are a little more rambunctious and raucous than usual. It also smells smokey...]
What's up?
[Grand Zero stops playing just long enough to answer,]
"It's a breakfast bar-b-que and hoe-down, B! Want some ribs?"
[Setting down the china cup and turning off the tea kettle, he heads towards the activities...]
Porksicles? Heck yeah! Load up a plate for me, I'll be back in a flash.
[He departs in the direction of the bunkrooms and returns moments later carrying a case of ice-cold Lone Star beer. Setting it down, he announces to all...]
Help yourself everyone, if you are so inclined. And don't worry about how much there is, this is a cyber-case, or as I prefer, beerocopoeia.
Thanks for the plate, Zero. Well, looks like we're not getting much work done today!