A man by the name of Hot Pants recalls the 3 ½ Beer Brewing (1996-7):
"Well, you can't brew a lot of volume in your own room. It smells. There was this unused janitor closet near us, so we built shelves into it and padlocked it. Then we stepped up production, and starting having tubs of malt drop shipped to Risley. We catered some parties in Collegetown, and gave a lot of it away as the Beer Fairy (being thus "blessed" by the beer fairy is a point on the purity test). The beer labels said "a gift from the Risley Beer Fairy." We also left a bottle for each of the bureaucrats in Day Hall, outside of their office doors. Despite leaving our names on those bottles, so they wouldn't have to fear for their health, we never did hear from any of them, for better or for worse.
"One day an RA and a facilities guy came by and asked us what was in the closet and why we had a lock. So we had to show them all the works-in-progress and the storage. Finally, they told us we couldn't have a lock on the door, because for safety reasons their master key needs to open everything. ...so they installed a proper lock on the door and gave us keys."