Beerfest Page #3

I am guessing that he is the one

who taught you how to drink beer.

Now...

...where is our recipe?

What f***ing recipe?

Friends...

...this is all that remains

of a thieving stable boy...

...who ran away to America

with his whore mother!

I'm a sucker for family reunions.

Here are a couple of euros.

Go back and get a BJ

from your great-grandma, on me.

Now get out of here.

BJ! BJ! BJ! BJ! BJ! BJ!

They called Grandpa a thief

and Gam Gam a whore!

We gotta go back.

We gotta go back and beat those guys.

- Oh, come on, man, that's crazy.

- Is it? We can do this.

We can do what?

Great Gam Gam.

Mein boys. Oh, willkommen.

Honey, what happened to your eye?

I accidentally walked into a wall.

Yeah, the Berlin Wall.

I'll tell Tippy to get

some cold pig stomach.

We put that on Janny's eye.

So tell me,

was the ceremony beautiful?

Yeah. Very beautiful. I mean, gorgeous.

Was it a peaceful resting place?

Have you ever been

to the family resting place?

No, but I've been told it is wonderful.

- Quiet, lovely.

- Yeah.

And how is Herr Schniedelwichsen?

- Oh, he's fine. Great guy.

- Yeah. Good.

He says hi.

Oh, you boys have done a great thing.

Now your grandpapa can rest in peace.

She couldn't be more not a whore.

We're gonna defend her honor.

We're gonna defend Grandpa's honor!

- We're gonna put together our own team!

- Yes.

We'll get the biggest drinkers, the best

beer-gamers, the fastest chuggers.

Then we're gonna go back

and kick the tar out of those Krauts!

That's my brother!

God, I missed you.

Beerfest it is.

They want a war?

We'll give them a war

they won't believe.

So how'd you find him?

Some dude, used to work

with him at the brewery.

Haven't seen him since

Hands Across America.

Oh, that's right.

I heard that when the brewery gave

him his pink slip, he killed a guy.

I heard that too.

There he is.

You got nothing, baby.

I got everything!

You got nothing! You got nothing!

We're gonna win this thing.

Can I have your autograph?

Oh, no autographs, kids.

No, no, no. Thanks anyway.

Get you next time.

Hey, guys. Good job out there, Naka.

Hey, Landfill! Hey, big guy!

Hey, look what the cat dragged in!

I haven't seen you guys since...

Hands Across America?

We were just saying that.

We almost made it.

Couple breaks in the chain, right?

What's going on?

You disappeared for a while.

We heard you got fired from the brewery.

Goddamn brewery!

They brew 10,000 bottles of beer a day.

I drink 45 off the assembly line,

and I'm the a**hole.

Jim Tobleson said they called in

a hostage negotiator.

Jim Tobleson's a f***ing Chatty Cathy.

I did my three years up at the county pen.

Made some friends, went Muslim.

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