And yea, the great Steve hath spoke so: let there be beer, not just any beer, but the beer made of the finest hops and barleys and malts, beer made with the clearest water running down from the heavens, not beer like that abomination thus called Milwaukee's Best, which, having been naughty in my sight, shall be granted with the poorest of reviews. And the Beast rode in on his mobile home, wearing his wifebeater T shirt, and Steve thusly smited him with a bottle of Bass Ale and claimed victory for all beer that is good and just, and Steve proclaimed that all shall come forth and revel in the mastery of the word of Steve. Thus Steve spoke, and it was so.
