“….and that, I’m sure you’ll understand, is why I haven’t washed my codpiece in fifteen years,” concluded Rumjugs with a flourish, downing the last of the gutrot in a single guzzle. An alcoholic? He wouldn’t say that, no. Just vastly preferred having recently consumed alcohol at all times and was prepared to sacrifice a range of basic necessities and niceties to achieve it. You couldn’t blame him, really. We were all a little shaken after watching Terry barely survive the last fight, although Rick Nipples’ constant sobbing over his permanently disfigured face was keeping the boys in relatively good cheer.