Postgame celebrations in Düsseldorf take many interesting turns. The Brunchmunchers typically adjourn to some of the city's finer cafes, and there proceed to have discussions on the issues of the day. After a particularly involved discussion of health care policy over passable tea and biscuits, (Goatface and Blork were in favor of increased use of sparky bitz, while Dok Goffikdeff held forth at great length on the traditional use of 'more choppy') the team's favorite venue, Chez Hereaux, faced an enormous remodeling bill in the near future.

The owner, a Otto von Schnitzelpusskrankengescheitmeyer, originally toyed with the idea of suing the Brunchmunchers for damages, but abandoned the idea when he was informed by the law offices of Skrak, Skrak, and McSkrak that any attempts to sue would result in his mouth being filled in with cement and the summary execution of his entire family. This dissuaded him.

So he rebuilt, and taking a cue from some of the less reputable establishments in the city, he hired someone to enforce the atmosphere of his beloved cafe. The fact that Dat's Me was twelve feet tall and weighed something close to a metric ton seemed likely to guarantee that the atmosphere smelled largely of troll, but it would be maintained, that's the thing.

In retrospect, Mr. von Schnitzelpusskrankengescheitmeyer should have screened for the job a little better. Dat's Me had been a bargain buy because of a dirty habit. Perhaps, somewhere, getting into single-syllable philosophical disputes that ended with breaking a building over someone's head was a useful trait, but it wasn't good for a bouncer and it was even worse in anyone whose job was to keep the Brunchmunchers out.

However, all's well that ends well. After three long hours and the majority of a city block destroyed, the Brunchmunchers and Dat's Me had formed a healthy respect for each others' intellectual capacities and debate techniques. Otto, knowing a business opportunity when he saw one, promised that for the low, low price of a hundred thousand gold they could have him.

Otto now lives in Acapulco.
Dat's Me now lives in the Brunchmunchers' locker room.
Neither has been happier in their lives.