First we forced it through something resembling a medieval torture device:
|Well, a plate and frame filter anyway|
Then we subjected it to the gravest of indignities: we added extraneous CO2:
|The beer strapped to the next torture device|
But there was to be no escape here.
After artificial carbonation we then bottled the beer...
...and put it in the death chamber, I mean pasteuriser:
Once it was shut inside the moment that sealed the fate of the beer, and I fear my immortal soul, arrived.
I started the pasteuriser.
This was no venial sin, like using a cask breather. Murdering beer is a mortal sin. I doomed several crates of beer to an unreal zombeer existence. Surely now hell awaits me.