Twas dusk, the loud inebriated laughter of a small group of men an women could be heard outside the tavern. The slurred merry shout-laughs of a man roared over the laughing group, "Yvoo, Yvoo knwoo, yoovvvvr youvr alriiigh! Bu yoov-bu yoov shhhhool'n goo derrr. Miiiigh, miiiigh misssake yoooov. Liiie- lie... me." Sobbing could be heard, but a deep, roaring, boisterous voice reassures the man, "But I MUST. FOR IT TIS MINE QUEST FOR MINE OWN KITH AND KIN! REST UP MY MERRY COMPANIONS! MAY YOU DREAM OF LARGE CHESTED MILK MAIDS! BUT SIR MONTIQUE MUST CONTINUE HIS VALIANT QUEST!" and with that the door slams open with a thud.