[Cipher7071]

"What ho, old Colonel? I see the place has fallen into disrepair."
An empty bean can goes skittering across the cantina's floor in response to Cipher's kick, raising small puffs of dust in the process.
"Cough ... hack .... Hmmmm, I thought I heard mention of Canadian beer. Bartender ...? Er, never mind. I'll take a look myself. Ah ha! This slightly warm Moosehead should do the trick."
Shaking the dust out of a bar towel, he proceeds to clean up the dusty, green sixpack, and pops open a bottle.
"Geez Mac, couldn't ya have one of those FBWs sweep the floor every once in a while? The place looks like a stable."