Day 2

The 3 piles of empties

Mysterious clanking noises wake up the cast in the early hours of the morning.

Rich: [sleepily] I'll be up in a minute, fuck off!

Steve: What the hell was that?

Al: I dunno, but look at that! [pointing to carefully arranged piles of empties]

Steve: Shiiiit.

Al: There's one pile for each of us, this must be the work of the Beer Witch!

Al and Steve pointing

Al: Get up Rich, you lazy bastard, and look at this.

Closeup of one of the piles

Rich: Shiiiit.

Steve: What manner of creature could have done this?

A line of bottles

Steve: Woah!

A strange shape

Rich: Come and look at this one, it's some kid of wierd shape.

And another

Al: And here's another

An oddly familiar symbol

Steve: This one seems oddly familiar...

Al: Yeah, I've seen it somewhere before too, maybe its the symbol of the Beer Witch?

Steve: Bollocks, we're all up now, we might as well move on and look for the Witch.

Al: Yeah, ok

They pack up their stuff and head off in search of the Witch.

Rich strangling Steve

They blunder around in the Big Room looking for signs of the Witch, with no success. After several hours, they stop for a beer.

Rich: Hey, who's got the bottle opener?

Al: Not me.

Steve: Er...

Rich: Steve, have you got the opener?

Steve: I kicked it into the river yesterday.

Rich: WHAT!?!

Steve: Yeah, well the only bottles we've got are American Budweiser, and that sucks. I didn't think we were going to need it.

Rich: STUPID BASTARD! I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU!!!

Rich rabidly strangles Steve, in a effort to extract revenge. Steve holds up a can of Heineken to indicate that there are plenty of cans left.

Al: Calm down, calm down, this isn't helping.

Steve: Sod it, we'll make camp here and drink the rest of the cans.

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