[Puke]

after absorbing a metric ton of pistachio nuts, the engorged mass of vomit waddles over to the Mac's table and takes a glass of Duvel from a passing FBW.

After a brief and hushed conversation with the Mac, Puke scribbles down a wholesale order to extremefood.com and hands it to a nearby mongoose to be fulfilled.

After seeing this place (and the containing universes) destroyed at least three times, hell escaped from, and new universes created by the power of the patrons' will, Puke isnt to worried about any johnny-come-lately invaders.