Never go back to Copperhead Roaaaad...

[Merle Gauge]

Sitting outside small home in Tattoine, he was seated in a wooden chair. He had a cigarette clenched in his jaw. Few days back he got some Copper line and some yeast and was preparing to concoct a whole, brand new batch. He poured some corn meal, water, sugar, wheat and several other ingredients into his homemade still. He then headed back inside, allowing the ingredients to ferment. He removed his cigarette, extinguishing it and crushing it. He then pulled off his leather jacket and straw hat, tossing them both onto his kitchen table. He then collapsed onto his bed, releasing a yawn.

 

[Merle Gauge]

He then spent the next three days following his normal routine. He stopped at Mos Eisley for a while, taking to merchants, and smoking some cigarettes. Finally, he returned back to his house, circled around back and a grin grew on his face. He jogged over to his still, after allowing it to ferment for a few days, he was prepared to continue the process. Knowing that it has now become mash, he heated it up to around 170 degrees, watching carefully as it started to transform into a clearer liquid. After around fifteen minutes of waiting, he headed back into his home and retrieved a plastic tube and a cardboard box full of glass jars, and returned to his still. He inserted the tube into the still, placing the other end of the tube into a glass jar he had also retrieved. It quickly filled the top and Merle quickly picked up the jar, placing it next to him.

 

[Merle Gauge]

Scooping up another jar, he placed the tube into the jar, allowing the clear liquid to pour inside. Once that was full, he set that one down, gripping onto another. When it was all complete, he had ten completely filled glass jars. The liquid still shooting out of the tube, he raised it into the air, allowing the remaining shine to fall into his mouth. He took a quick swallow, satisfied with the taste. He removed the tube and placed it in the cardboard box and quickly folded it shut. He then picked up the heavy box, carrying it back inside.