Enjoy droogies:
From the Desk of Hannibal
To my sodding brother,
Hello, Mudsy. Long time no see. Listen up wanker, I'm in town and got a job for you. I always travel with my prized possession, a bottle of rum from 1629, never opened, aged to perfection, and priceless. Usually, I hire someone to look after it but I gave my body guard a vacation in Bora Bora. So dullard, you have to watch it. For free. I'll be back for my precious in about 2 days. Drink some: you die, break it: you die, demand pay: you die, fuck this up, death is yours Mudsypoo. And don't give me any of that "I sold my soul I can't die" shit, you're not the only one with connections down there minger.
I hate you,
Hannibal Niccals.
Murdoc red the note again and let it fall to the floor. He opened the package on the doorstep to find it. His jaw dropped as he stared at in in awe.
"Priceless Booze." He sighed to himself. His trance was broke by 2D tapping on his shoulder.
"Murdoc, wot is tha' bottle you got there? It looks like it's filled with shi-"
Murdoc raised his hand to interrupt, "TIS!" he said, sloshing the contents around inside, "Is a priceless bottle of rum from 1629." He raised it in all of it's glory on one hand
2D jumped for it.
"Gimme a sip! I wont priceless rum! Please, please, please, pleeeeease!" 2D was begging but was answered with a slap on the head
"NO! This belongs to Hannibal, and he'll kill me if anything happens to this" he said as he stared at it. "This is going somewhere safe!" Murdoc took it to his Winnie and set it on a shelf near his bed, to keep it in view even when he was tired. "And now," he said as he sat down, eyes glued on the bottle "to watch."