The king of ye olde kingdom is back, and this time he's buying Bud Lights for everyone in the bar. Except for that guy in the corner, he prefers a nice mead, but only if it's autumnal. The king obliges, if a bit grudgingly. However, when the guy starts going on and on about it needing to be malty and full-bodied, the king has had enough and sentences him to the pillory. Bud Lights for everyone! Dilly dilly!