The cork popped out with a satisfying snap, and a heavy hop aroma wafted out. Vimes lifted the bottle to his lips and drank deeply, feeling the brew's cold as it ran down his throat to his stomach. Suddenly everything went gray, and for a second he thought he was blind, but he also felt a very odd sensation throughout his entire body. When his eyes finally cleared up he noticed that the counter, which had been at waist level just a few seconds before, was level with his eyes. 'WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!", he roared. The clerk looked at him, then glanced around the room. 'Mr. Vimes?', he asked. All Vimes did was shake his head and chuckle, exclaiming in a quiet voice, 'Ringo finally did it somehow, he got the dwarves to brew a beer potion to somehow transform me into a dwarf. Ah well, it could be worse,, I could have been turned into an elf.'
Thus is the story of how Travis Vimes got his dwarf mojo. (See below)
