Fresh red apples, bursting with all the juice and sweetness Summer's sun has managed to pack in; and frothy, bitter Harvest ale, flushing your cheeks with the crisp bite of noble hops and the smooth, hearty taste of roasted malts.
And so, my friend, the question is Put To You. What have you to say for yourself? Only if your statement should suffice (and only then!), shall I deem you worthy of a taste of my beer & apples.
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Glad you enjoy them. Watch out for beer and your electronic/Borg face.
NOT WORTHY!
I got nothin'!
NOT WORTHY! Farg, Will no one share my apples & beer?
If there were the prospect of ACTUAL apples and beer, I might put some more effort into it.
As a philosophical exercise, not so much.
With mead and mirth I'll ride with my fellow Knights against armies of rabid wolverines and stop them cold from delivering their elementary brutalities upon the weak, unappled and unhopped. Gladly would I share in the consumption of ale and apple as we toast our natures. Late into the depths of night I can see much discussion regarding pomology and the wonders of fermentation. It is my sincere wish to pass through your door.
If MT isn't worthy, then no one is.
Gimme the fucking beer and apples. NOW!
Aaron, how could beer and apples taste good to with such a filthy mouth/fingers. :)
Mighty Tom: My door is open to you! Come in, and share my bounty! Share with me my beer & apples!
Aaron: That is not the right way to get beer and apples. You shall have none.
Pat: What, do you think there is not the prospect of beer & apples if you visit me next Spring?
T-Clog: Well put.
Aaron the barbarian has to use sweet words. Words that poor from delicous lips after on has tasted fabulous beers and lovely apples.
T-Clog: Come in my door. I'm setting aside some beer and apples for you.
I'm assuming the apples will be gone by spring.
Most thankful for your generosity my great friend!
Pat: You keep talking like that, they will be.
T-Clog: Indeed.
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