"You disrespectful little son of a PRIEST!" snarled Josef. "First you buy barely enough for a decent shot, and now you are drinking most of it!"

"Hey, I'm not buying out half the breweries in town just so you can get a buzz!" snarled Dreysanius. "Ya vodka-soaked old CROCK!"

Josef threw a punch at Dresyanius, who caught it and tried to punch back; Josef easily blocked it. The two struggled, each trying to clobber his inlaw.

"Привет, деда; Hi Dad", said Kenter as he watched his struggling elders. "Whatcha fighting over?"

"Your grandpa is trying to steal the last bottle of beer, even though he's already had more than half the case," said Drey.

Josef snorted, trying to punch his son-in-law's ample gut. "He is the one who has had more than half the case, and is trying to keep ME from getting the last one."

"Um... you mean this last beer?" asked Kenter, looking at the bottle he'd just drained.

The two older bears looked at him, at the bottle, each other, then back at Kenter. "You are so dead, kid," said Drey.

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This was done by  rockogorilla at Vancoufur 2013. My apologies for the partially missing signature, but the picture didn't QUITE fit in my scanner. It's Josef and Drey fighting--AGAIN. I should really commission a picture of those two getting along for once, since in reality, they're really tight.

"Привет, деда" means "Hello, Grandpa" in Russian. Kenter considers both Russian and English to be his first languages.