It was a rollicking good evening on the snowy shores of Canada. The whole town had come out to celebrate the birthday of one of it's most beloved citizens. The beer was flowing, the people were dancing, the pizza was hot and overloaded with pepperoni after a vegetarian picked off all their meat. It was a good time.
Properly winding down from the night's festivities, Neo returned to his home. He was fairly hammered, so he stumbled into the living room, towards the kitchen, intent on acquiring some of his recently purchased Girl Guide cookies when a figure in the shadows stopped him in his tracks.
"Keegan that you bro? You gotta stop sleeping on the couch man. Or standing up like that." The figure remained silent. "Here, let's get some light on up in here." The light revealed a familiar face. "Oh it's you! Well what are you doing here in Canada?" He noticed the Coors Light bottle in the person's hand. "And with such an inferior product! Here let me get you some good beer." Neo went to grab a nice cold Alexander Keith's out of the mini fridge in the corner, but when his back was turned, the Killer struck, smashing the bottle over Neo's head.
Neo fell to the ground, shards of poorly manufactured glass now embedded in his skull. "Ah, what the hell?" he cried in pain. "You're going to kill me over what I did before, and you're not even going to use a bottle from an actual beer company instead of that watered down crap! You suck!" Another bottle smashed into his head as he slumped back to the ground. The killer took out a final bottle, bashing it on the coffee table to fashion a makeshift knife. He then slit Neo's throat, ensuring that the Canadian would not be able to enjoy anymore beer.