 Do you not like how you can't drink beer and start in a bar truck? We're open in a bar truck, I can't. We're bringing booze to your neighborhood. Seattle. We got our zoning permits all right. More like no cops allowed. Don't tell the cops can't, really can't screw this one up after last time. Live music and dancing. Live music and dancing. We've crunched the data and we found out we're all out of money. We have all of our money tied up in pepperoni. We need to get this bar truck up and running. Live music and dancing. Live music and dancing. We have to keep our engine running the whole time to keep all that beer cold and it gets really hot. You might want to bring some ice for your glass because this beer is kind of warm. Wait, are we delivering? It's so warm. If we're out for like 45 minutes, if you come out tonight that'd be great. Paul's gonna be there. Kids can hang out with their friends too while you drink beer. I can't stress enough. You will really fuck this up for us if you call the cops. Listen, if anyone's calling the cops, I'm calling the cops. But no one's calling the cops. We're bringing this thing around the neighborhood and we're serving all the beers in the back. Watch out. Our beer is severely damaged from the drift. So open it with caution or spray your friends. Where's the bar? Go to the bar. Where's the bar? The bar. The truck. The bar truck. Don't ask, don't tell. Tell your friends.