A good Pastafarian, while sleeping after a brave Friday night spent in pubs with his fellows, dreamed Henry Morgan sailing in his ship in the Caribbean.
We can call this good Pastafarian Alberto, for simplicity.
Thanks to the huge quantity of beer that Alberto gulped down, the dream turned into a vision, and Alberto started to ask Morgan about the Pastafarian Heaven.
- How can the beer springing from volcanoes be so fresh?
- Well, that’s quite a technical question, and I just drink rum, which is not served fresh.
- Will I be able to consume the beer I took in my volcano into the strippers club, or I must purchase drinks there?
- Sure you will! You can drink your own stuff wherever you want.
- Will I be able to drink even my fellows' beer? You know, here on Earth I can drink all the beers I want. I'm quite worried to spend all my Heaven life with just a kind of beer, even if it's the best one.
- Well, I cannot answer you: all this weird questions about beer are new to me. I will ask to my fellows, and then I will come back to you in another vision.
After some days and some nights, Henry Morgan reappeared.
- Aaaaarrrrghhh! I have some news for you, my dear Alberto! Well, here's the good one: your volcano will erupt all the beers you want, not only one, and all these beers will be incredibly fresh, good, tasty, and you will not have any headache the next morning. Oh, and you will be able to drink all your beers and your friends' wherever you want. Even in the stripper club of other fellows. Ah, well, you have to book, in that case, you know...
- Well, good! Wonderful! Sorry but... you talked about this as the good news. Is there a bad one?
- Well, sorry good sir, but yes, there is: I have a booking in my stripper club with your name, for next friday...
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