Jerry Moonshine walks into the Kelowna Knights Locker Room. He is excited about his future hockey career, ready to see where the next few years takes him. One by one other players and staff members bring him welcoming gifts, all of which are moonshine. Every variety of moonshine known to man, some commercial, some clearly made in an engine block outside. Bottles and jars as far as the eye can see. It's really generous, and Jerry feels welcomed into the team. There is only one problem.

"I don't like moonshine." Jerry says

The locker room freezes in stunned silence, nobody had thought this to even be an option. His name is MOONSHINE, how can he not like it? Everyone just got the new guy an uncountable amount of jars of a drink he doesn't like. His apartment will be full of it. The silence is piercing.

"I love Moonshine!"