What is this life, if without booze,
We cannot sit about and snooze?
If sober still we see the world,
Where all its horrors lie unfurled?
If all the pain and hate and fear,
Cannot be numbed with lovely beer?
What is this life if full of care,
We are not drinking anywhere?
He bites your leg off, and instantaneously replaces it with an exact duplicate. Because that's how he rolls.