One gorgeous summer's afternoon, Mogey and Smush sought some refreshment after a long and toilsome day of picnicking. Luckily, the Herr Sigmund Sauerbraten Pärk contained a popular biergarten. The pals procured two refreshing mugs of refreshment, then joined a trio of grizzled-looking fellows at one of the long tables.
"Afternoon, gentlemen," Mogey said cheerily. "Picnicking hard or hardly picnicking... am I right?"
The men simply stared at him grizzlishly.
"And what are your names, my dear chums?" Smush ventured.
"They calls me Knifey 'The Knife' Knifington," said the first man, "on account of I'm a stabber."
"Fascinating," said Mogey. "And you?" he asked the second man.
"Mick 'The Stick' Stickler, at your service."
"And what might that service be?" Smush inquired.
"Smackin' people," said The Stick. "With sticks."
"Well now we must complete the set," Mogey said to the third and final resident of their table. "By what moniker are you known?"
"Rocky 'The Rock' Crockpot," the man replied.
"Let me guess," Smush interjected, "you bonk people over the head with rocks?"
"What? No," said The Rock, looking rather hurt by the accusation. He pulled an acoustic guitar from beneath the table and began strumming it sadly. "I play soft rock. And occasionally guest DJ at 103.9 Lite FM."
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