-a thunderous crash erupts followed by a mess of swearing and indeterminable words. The cause for the ruckus is a grand and majestic figure, broad shouldered with a well kept beard and shaggy dark hair. The man in question gives a smirk, adjusting his fine charcoal pinstripe waistcoat and reaches into his backpocket he pulls forth a Natty Light. The beer is brought to chest level where it is cracked open with an audible POP! and the manly beast quenches his thirst, removing the contents of the beer into his hungry maw in mere seconds.
The can is rifled to the ground, dribblets of cheap American beer foam nary to be seen from the empty canister. The sexual behemoth then pulls forth a tin of Copenhagen Southern Blend, throwing a large plug into the right side of his lower lip. He wipes his mouth clean, spitting the excess mixture of saliva and long cut to the ground. He shuffles his hands back into his pockets and smiles grandly.
"Hey there pretty ladies? Miss my sweet ass? Of course you did."
Twas Cardinal. Had he returned?
