The Pour Escape

Well, chaps, we've got ourselves in quite a pickle here.

You ain't half right, Captain Sedgwick.

I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this one.

Well, um...

What was your name again? I'm very drunk.

I do apologise.

Me? I'm Lance Bombardier Alfred Yo-Yo, sir.

Ah, yes.

I won't remember that name in ten minutes, but I know it now, and I know it's a fine name.

Anyway...

Thank

you, sir.

We have found ourselves here, in a beer keller of all places.

I mean, there are worse places to be, let's be honest, mate.

I can't think of a worse place to be.

Yeah, it's only because there's no whiskey in Germany.

That's why, mate.

I don't appreciate that.

Come on now, chaps.

Let's not fight amongst ourselves.

We've got ourselves in a sticky situation here, literally and metaphorically.

And now we need to find our way out of this beer killer and back home to Blighty.

Any ideas?

Well, I mean, I don't want to go back to Blighty that much.

Well, I don't mind in the short term, but at some point I'd like to go home and reunite with my Matilda.