A Mosaic heavy New England IPAMalt: Golden PromiseFlaked OatsCara PilsHops: MosaicCentennialAmarilloAdjuncts: Lactose
“Some days you just got to polymorph a few lost sailors to juicy white peaches”. The deranged wizard rubbed his hands as he looked down from his tower at the marooned apes.
Out of nowhere the sperical portal emerged behind the moons of Amarillo and Vic Secret. The gravitational anomalies couldn’t be wrong, it had to be a wormhole.