(Or "The Pillage people")

"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAD BEEN FORCED ONTO LEIF ERICKSON'S SHIP, AND NOW, IN ORDER TO SECURE ROCKY'S FREEDOM…Rocky must take part in…a belching contest. Really?! Bathroom humor?" The narrator exclaimed in disbelief. "How old is our audience anyway, FIVE?!!"

"Hey, just be thankful it's not comin' from the back door." Bullwinkle remarked.

"ROCKY AND LEIF WERE SEATED ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF A LONG, WOODEN TABLE, BOTH WITH WOODEN MUGS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH VIKING MEAD. IN ORDER FOR THE CONTEST TO WORK, ROCKY AND LEIF HAD TO DRINK A DECENT AMOUNT OF MEAD AND THEN GIVE THEIR BEST, MOST IMMODEST BURP."

"(*HUUUUUURAPPPHHH!"*) Leif unleashed a massive belch from the bowels of his guts, the Vikings applauding riotously.

"Not a bad first start!" A Viking called out.

"Heh.." Rocky chuckled, trying to diffuse the awkwardness he was currently feeling from this bizarre situation.

"ROCKY GULPED. HE INHALED, DRANK SOME MORE MEAD, THEN MANAGED TO SQUEAK OUT A—"

"(*BEHRP!*)"

"THE VIKINGS LAUGHED AT ROCKY'S MEAGER BELCH. LEIF ERICKSON LAUGHED ESPECIALLY HARD AT THIS AND SLAPPED HIS LEFT KNEE."

"AHAHAHAH—AMUSING!" Leif bellowed, then picked up his mug and drank some more mead. "Now best THIS!"

"THIS TIME LEIF LET OUT A TRULY NASTY BELCH—DIRECTLY AT ROCKY'S FACE!"

"(*mmBBBBUHRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHHHHRRRPP!!*)"

"ROCKY'S EYES WATERED AT THE RAW LUTVISK-TINGED STENCH OF LEIF'S HORRIBLE BURP."

"Ew." Was all the little squirrel had to say on the matter. He drank even more mead, then gave out a;

"(*uUURHPPPHBMBH!*)"

"THIS WAS A STEP-UP FROM HIS LAST ONE, BUT LEIF WAS STILL BESTING HIM."

"(*MMMRAAAAAAAAAAAHUUUURRPPPMGRPHLBBR!*) Leif belched in a much deeper tone than Rocky, so much so that the other Vikings felt the aftershocks as though it were an earthquake.

"WOAH!" A Viking exclaimed. "You sure that wasn't Odin?!"

"YAY!"

"Go Leif!"

"--LEIF! LEIF! LEIF! LEIF! LEIF!"

"THE OTHER VIKINGS CONTINUED TO CHEER ON LEIF, LEAVING ROCKY IN THE DUST."

"Don't worry pal," Bullwinkle quickly looked around. "I have an idea!"

"You? An idea?" Rocky asked, feeling a tad drunk but still remaining coherent.

"Hey it's happened before." Bullwinkle remarked.

"THE MOOSE PROCEEDED TO POUR A WHOLE CAN OF SODA HE'D BOUGHT FROM THE PRESENT DAY INTO ROCKY'S MUG."

"Forget this mead stuff." Bullwinkle spoke. "This soda'll show him how the modern man burps!"

"ONCE ROCKY DRANK IT DOWN IN ONE SITTING HE UNLEASHED THE LOUDEST, RUDEST BURP THAT ANYONE HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF HEARING. HECK, THE FORCE OF IT CRACKED PEABODY'S GLASSES!"

"…hyyyyEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBUUUUUUURRRRRHHHHHHHHHHAAAAaaaAAAAAHMMMP!" Rocky belched (for thirteen seconds straight) as loudly and deeply as humanly possible.

"Rocky, we did it!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, picking up the little squirrel.

"Thank yOOOURPH!" Rocky exclaimed, suddenly belching out of nowhere right in Bullwinkle's face. "Ugh, s'cuse me…"

"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Björn-again man!" OR "Within Viking Distance!"!"