A sound as of disintegrating Firestone tires is heard out back of the Tavern. The back door is slowly flung open, which is a neat trick, and a figure who looks like one of those half-finished jigsaw puzzles with all the edges done, but only blotches of tricky sailboat in the middle, wearing a T-shirt reading "RASKOLNIKOV BREWERIES - WHEN YOU WANT TO CRY INTO YOUR BEER, MAKE IT A RASKOLNIKOV!!!", waves his arms and says: "For you, innkeeper, in honour of your desire to make all well, and all manner of things to be well, and may love abound!" And behind him can be made out a tanker truck, labelled RASKOLNIKOV BREWERIES, and a hose. "Where do I hook it up???"

LEJ points to two taps, one marked "EFFERVESCENT" and the other marked "WALLOW". "Hook it up to No. 2".

The jigjagged figure does as he is told, and it pours true, and he ventures to turn his head about, and noticing ladies present (including she who had resuced him from durance vile, just when he was working on the corpse in the shroud trick, which he is almost tempted to resurrect again, if that is the right way of putting it), he whispers loudly, in an attempt to be debonair that is unimpressive: "Beer on the house!"

"Umm" say LEJ. "We are already doing that."

"Oh," replies the RaskRep, crushed," Oh." As usual, he has the timing of the man going door-to-door selling "Death Of A Salesman" memorabilia.