Suddenly the hot tub erupts into a froth of foaming water, beer and human bodies as something leaps from its depths, grabs a rafter, swings up onto it and grins down at the stunned hot-tubbers. "Oh my God!" they shout in unison, "It's...

The Bearmat Demon!!!

"So what in the hell is The Bearmat Demon?" you ask. Okay, here's the ten-cent answer so you won't have to go back and read all of last year's Christmas Tavern thread...

About this time last year John From Hull was auctioning an autographed beer coaster through the Mudcat auction. In proper Hullese an autographed beer coaster is a "Singed Bearmat". That would be a "Signed Beermat" to those of us who spell normally. Anyway, somehow, the "Singed Bearmat" got loose from the auction and found its way into the Tavern where a tankard of some remarkably potent brew someone had cooked up got spilled on it, transforming it from a humble Bearmat into the dreaded "Bearmat Demon". It has apparently been hiding out in the hot-tub since last Christmas and it is angry, hungry and horny. Ignore it at your peril!!!