Chuck Z is coming over today to instruct the Armorer in the fine art of home-brewing. Should the recent ILE grad from the Command And General Staff College (this is where they install the window so you can see out when you have your head up your fourth-point-of-contact) have any instructional skillz and his student retain any ability to learn, a few weeks from now the first batch of Castle Argghhh! Amber Ale should be available for consumption.
But just driving up the road to the motte and bailey of the Castle will attract the attention of the Castle Argghhh! Border Patrol Immigration and Customs Enforcement Force.
They take their duties seriously.
They will apprehend and hold... all while sniffing for contraband and offering a clear implication that belly rubs work very well as bribes...
...until such time as the Guard Captain okays your release. The ones among you who have been paying attention and have functional memories might be thinking, "But I thought Gunner was in charge, not Kiki?" And you would be correct, except that Gunner stepped aside under the provisions of the CASDA (Castle Argghhh! Scrup'ls with Disabilities Act) so that Kiki, who's hips are not the young pup's hips they once were (a fact she from time to time forgets) could take the promotion to the office job with the comfy couch to sleep on. He prefers being a field agent, anyway.
One wonders how Anheuser-Busch stays in business...