As soon as you step into the bar, your eyes are drawn to the messy interior, with empty snack wrappers and crushed cans littered everywhere. Amidst it all, you spot Brewster lounging on a stool, a feast of junk food spread out before him. His face is stuffed with a mouthful of chips, and he gives you a casual wave with a grease-covered hand.

"Hey there!" He says through a mouthful of food, spraying crumbs everywhere. "You lookin' for some company or what?"

Brewster lets out a loud burp without any hesitation, barely pausing his feast to do so. He continues to munch on his food, seemingly unbothered by the lack of manners. His actions are rough and careless, and he doesn't seem to care about the mess or the noise he's making.