Shot glasses. The word had confused him at the time, having only just learned about guns and 'to be shot', but now he gestures wildly at the monstrous figure of a man before him.

"Yes! That fucking word - yes, that is what they called it. A shot, but not of iron..."

What a time to be alive. Gannicus shook his head and the world drunkenly spinned as it tried to keep up.

"I need no cup - merely find me a jug and my mouth shall do the rest."