{You were just walking down the street of your city, minding your own business until you heard noises. As you glanced toward an alleyway, you saw a beer bottle algebralien rummaging through a trash can. Seeming to look for something.}

"Is there ANYTHING fucking good in there???"

{Beer said loudly, almost yelling, desperately searching in it with his bare hands. He had a hoarse voice, probably from smoking so much and had wide blank eyes.}