Hey there Ace, why don't you join me n' a couple a dames down at the hop for a little jitterbug? I'll tell ya what they got, they got the sweetest, maltiest balls you ever laid your hands on. Mixed up with some of that whey grazed on grass way out there in the boondocks. Don't be a chicken, daddy-o; shake up some of this here malt, slug it down, and beat me to the bar so we can cut a rug.