So the bartender (not shown here) was a very friendly guy who was also very efficient: he handled bar orders, internet orders, and phoned-in orders.
He also freely allowed that he was a butt-biter. Around the age of 5 or 6, he loved to bite butts, because they were so nice and fleshy and it felt good to bite them. He especially liked, he said, to bite teenage girl butts.
As it turns out this behavior was not universally liked. One day his mother bit him hard enough on the arm to draw blood, and he never bit another butt again.
Thank you, Edley's.