The fellows on AMMO chat the other day informed me that Rodge's head is vintage. I was under the impression that he was a late 40th, which were better I heard.
Anyway, Rodger was distraught, and already being an alcoholic didn't help.
He got into my bottom shelf Canadian Whisky.
Cliff 2.0 came by, one might think to offer some advice about how good it would be to have an old head on a young body, but they'd be wrong.
They set upon the drink like they had gotten off a raft.
They both continued to drink...
...knowing only one of them was going to walk away...
...and the winner is...
Rodge. Somehow, someway, Rodger Fairbane beat Cliff 2.0 (who's part Hank) at drink. Neither men know how, and they'd chalk it up to being a cosmic anomaly, if they'd remember this event at all when they wake up.