I am a walking mass of chemicals that was forcefully expelled from the womb a number of years ago. I will eventually grow old and fat before expiring completely, at which said state my carcass will be shoved into a box and buried beneath the earth.
You misheard. He said you should be brewing me. As in getting me a homemade beer. To which I heartedly agree. I've got a gourmet burger for you in return.
