And the Great lobster spake saying "Let there be beverages, may they flow like mighty rivers, with every colour of the rainbow, and every flavor on the earth" and lo, The great god Churba sprang into being, clad in pants as black as midnight, a shirt as red as ripe berries, and a vest so sharp it's seams sang through the air, and said "What's your fancy, Mighty lobster, For my glasses are chilled and my shakers quiver with anti.... ...... ......PAtion", for though a just and merciful god he was, he was a sucker for a rocky horror joke. And lo, the mighty lobster ordered the first round, and it was good. Time did pass, and the gods became thirsty, so it came to pass that the lobster once again brought forth an order for cocktails so complex, they would baffle a moral mind, and Beers of the most perfect amber fluid, the heads of which were writ with the first holy books. It was then that Night-wraith, the god of bonds, did pour a beer upon the white fire of the sun, Staining it the most wonderful golden colour of a cold lager, proclaiming "May we never forget our bonds to those who are absent from us, may those that are lost to us be found once again."
Sorry, couldn't resist.