Beattie, the barperson's barperson bar none, achieves the answer to life, the universe and everything today.Born under a blood-red moon to a pack of wolves and raised by gangsters steeped in the way of the knife and garotte, it's good to see he rebelled against such a lively boyhood and settled down into a life of moderation in all things, including moderateness.
But don't go getting him riled up, he is fearsomely talented with the sino-inflammatory-twisty-wrist-torture and also with sudden, surprising, and sly cracks on the head with his weather-beaten knuckles.
As an old Spanish shop-keeper will tell you.
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