The Fat Bastard just about to boil.
Hilary.
Jim, post shit shoveling, pre-Gatorade.
Holly.
Pete got his money's worth of the free beer.
Jim only drinks orange Gatorade. Got a problem with that?
Our humble brewery.
Dik never found his infection source. Could the manure encrusted boots in close vicinity to the carboy sterilization area have anything to do with it?
Dik doesn't even bother to wear work clothes to the brewing any more. Jim is more enthusiastic although equally usless to the brew process.
Admit nothing, deny everything, make counter accusations. (Pete's children already well trained to government processes.)