Ansgar was right in one regard about the Brits not being able to take Scandi booze. As for other kinds of booze? Well, it wasn't as bad as drinking Mule which really fucked the Brits up. Mick, Rex, Viktor, even Joe got smashed and trashed on Mule.

"How about we lose your pants, Hairy boy? You're wearing too many clothes!"

Rex giggled and then went to tug on the Dane's pants, feeling his fingers slide through one of the rips close to his crotch. Weird, snorting out a drunken giggle as he watched what was unfolding.

"Oh look! I think my brother is finally becoming drunk."