I am all for opportunities that involve sharing a keg. Or two. Or seven. Unfortunately, the returned booze wagon was missing seven barrels of prime whiskey --two of Maker's Mark, two of Jack Daniels, and three--count them, THREE--of Michael Collins Single Malt that was a personal gift from my dear papa. The infidels attempted to replace the missing barrels with gin. Gin! As if we wouldn't notice. Those dastardly villains shall pay. I must insist on accompanying Gates and Pope Lexus on their search of these private liquor cabinets. I brought pretzels.