The side you presume is the front is labeled in a long-worn white font; "[i]Dan's Beans[/i]," and the back seems to have a nutrition label, but is hidden under a black smudge of something. The can is empty. Then you remember that no one has used canned beans in, what, 30 years? So that must mean that the can is as old as that, maybe even older... As you think, a barrage of silverware and plates are thrown at your back from the other hills behind you, some missing you shattering on the dry mud, while others successfully hit you, sending arcs of pain up your shoulders, head, and torso. Schroo's fur fluffs up in fright and he leaps from your shoulder, darting away towards the distant stone walls of the Scrapyards.