grmphl-tuphlem-grdlphump-slorp-slurp-glug*

And just like that, the full pitcher of mead brought to the towering behemoth by the rather comely and buxom young woman is unceremoniously drained, leaving little but backwash in the earthenware pitcher.

The mighty hammer-wielder tilts back his wild-maned head and stretches his massive, tree trunk-like arms wide....

BBBBLLLLUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH

The great man's belch literally reverberates through the rafters of the fine boozery, startling the seemingly comatose patrons from their respective reveries.

With that, he leans over and dips the young woman who brought him the pitcher, and plants a lip-lock on her with the gusto of a hound dog - briefly, but oh-so-fiercely...

Takk skal du ha...baby...I think another pitcher would be in order! Mead for me, water for my horse, and mud for my turtle! I'll buy a round for the house! HAHAAAAAA!!!