A time has gone by since the well sprung up in the Atlantean depths. The old and the new gods left it up to you, the tourists of Atlantis, to find a name for the mysterious and dizzying liquid flowing from its source. Mausie, the Master of Cheese (and your bus driver), was appointed by the gods to make the difficult decision to decide which name was most befitting this divine drink.

He sat up day, and night, pulling whiskers and drinking from the source. When all of a sudden, he saw something fly from the corners of his eyes. A white paper, falling from the skies. Mausie stretched out and jumped, catching it. As he set his eyes on the written words, he knew he had found the wonder he sought.

WET FUZZBUTT! By Flookie!

A name most divine, most befitting the drink. Mausie ran off with the paper, and told the gods, and Atlantis rejoiced.