Excalibeer

The legend of the sword

Weary from an exhausting day, the brave hero thirst for a nice and cold beer. A beer to mark the end of another day, a day of labour, a day that needs to end right. The bottle already sprinkles in the last rays of the sun and cold dew condenses on the outside, a sight to behold. But catastrophe strikes, no opener is around, no stone small enough, no wood hard enough for the bottle cap to even budge. On the edge of defeat a lovely voice calls the hero into the forest, "