You don't know why the hell you came here or how you ended up so far out in the boonies in the first place, but here you are. On your travels, you've come across the only business infrastructure situated out in this part of the region for miles, a dingy general store peculiarly named 'Sneed's Feed and Seed Formerly Chuck's'.

What kind of name for a store is that? You understand the 'Sneed's Feed and Seed' part quite well, at least. Short, succinct, and rather clever. After all, Sneed in of itself is a fairly unusual name to begin with, but it has that distinct country bumpkin flair that makes it stick out in this part of the countryside in particular. Furthermore, Feed and Seed rhymes with the name of the owner. But 'Formerly Chuck's'? Who the hell is Chuck?

Your mind begins to wander about, and soon you find yourself pulling up to the drive-way, guided by either curiosity or a simple desire to purchase goods. As you approach the steps, one of the skinnier farmers removes his pipe from his lips to address you.

Chuck:

"Well well, look at the city slicker pulling up on his fancy german car!"

This grave insult directed towards a potential patron goes completely ignored by the owner of the property sitting by the rude redneck's side, Sneed, who simply takes a sip of his Duff beer.