"Neigh Mistah Urisine, you cannot rifle through my kegs of ale, and greedily gulp up the frothy liquid stored inside with avarice! I WILL TOLERATE YOUR WANTON GREED NO LONGER! Even whilst my eyes grow weary, and I fall unconscious from lethargy, I will prevent ye from even nibbling this keg, LET ALONE RIPPING OVER THE LID AND SLURPING THE DELECTABLE ICHOR WITHIN! I shall rub garlic over the barrels, and place a menacing scarecrow, a meter astride the barrel, to invoke the fear of God, leaving you wary and obstinate to even tarry nearby the cask."