PETER SNIFFIN AND THE FORBIDDEN PINT

Peter used to be just another lad at the Solana Brewery — bottling piss beer, downing pints, living chunky and happy.

Then one night, this shady old guy at the pub handed him a weird glowing pint and whispered, “Sniff this, lad.”

Peter sniffed. And in that moment, the universe cracked open.

He could smell fear. He could smell rugs. He could sniff jeeters a mile away.

From that day forward, Peter wasn’t chasing beers — he was chasing TEARS. The sniff took over.

Now he’s hunting down weak hands on Solana, vacuuming their jeet juice and growing stronger every day.

Get a whiff of greatness:

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