BigSaltyDog

  Sgt. Salty and the Misfits: Dublin BBQ Beatdown (Chapter 4) Dublin—capital of Ireland, home of Guinness, Temple Bar, and tourists who pay €9 for a pint they’ll spill on the cobbles within five minutes. For most, it’s a city of laughter and late nights. For Ron Beefmaster , it was the next stop on his oily conquest. Beefmaster’s latest plan was diabolical: replace Dublin’s Guinness supply with Beef Oil , disguised as a new “craft stout.” If he succeeded, Temple Bar would forever reek of grease instead of hops. But before the battle, there was… the BBQ. Misfits’ BBQ Chaos in Phoenix Park Sgt. Salty insisted the crew take one evening off to “bond.” They set up camp in Phoenix Park , dragging out a battered BBQ grill that looked older than the Wellington Monument. Ye Olde Large Lad loaded it with so much meat the grill legs buckled. WhizzAir Winky strapped sausages to his drone, promising “sky-grilled bangers” (they landed raw on tourists’ heads instead). Funji Squal...