Four months ago, Charlie Nickles was walking around his local dive bar in the middle of one of his notorious soma binges. Charlie was seeing dragons and talking to sirens, so he pulled a stool up to the bar and ordered a pin and tonic. He saw a man who looked a lot like Johnny Bacchus come out of the bathroom with an extremely large belt buckle around his waist. This belt buckle looked awfully familiar to Charlie Nickles, so he did what any rational man would do while binging soma til' ya' coma. 

He approached the fine and distinguished gentleman and asked to examine that fine belt buckle. The distinguished gent who looked a lot like Johnny Bacchus, at least in the eyes of a madman, happily handed over the belt buckle to Charlie so that he could wear it for at least a little while. 

"Order up! Charlie's pinning Bacchus on the counter!"

Charlie looked back at the bartender in confusion, because he had ordered a pin and tonic. None the less, Charlie took the belt buckle with him as he went to the bar and pounded down his drink. 

It tasted like sweet, sweet victory.

It tastes like a KICK OUT.

And Bacchus takes his belt to-go.