Helmut's father had possessed a record of "Classic Highlands Ballads", and subjected Helmut to it an unconscionable number of times as a youngster. He drained the can, opened the door, and lobbed it towards the form he could see dimly in the paddy.
A freak gust of wind lofted the can high into the air, and brought it down with uncanny accuracy on the piper's head. The music ended with a squawk of pain and a splash.
"Ten points," Helmut muttered, going to mark his score on the fridge.
Based on the words: Tab Beer Rice Bagpipe
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