During their improvised illegal tour of the BeerCraftery brewery, Paul and Max run into the next problem: hunger.
Paul: I'm getting hungry...
Max: Me too.
Paul: Guess we can just eat some malt.
Max: Ouch. No, it's way too hard.
Max: Hey, let's just order a pizza!
Paul: But then they'll find us!
Max: No! Watch!
Max, on the phone: Don't ring the bell, the malt is already asleep. Just shove the pizza through under the door.
Max, on the phone: No, we cannot open the door. We are conducting an important experiment that involves free floating yeats.
Max, on the phone: Of course at night! This is for a full moon pale ale, after all
Max, on the phone: Say again? Of course I am dead serious! You just worry about the pizza and leave the beer... hey?!
Paul: Some more pilsner or rather munich?
Max: Smoked please. If I ruin my teeth with this, I might as well do it bacon flavored.