Finally, someone at this shitshow who was actually goddamn helpful. Timely, too. Psii took the drink with a weary gratefulness and raised it to his lips. The garnish looked familiar. Egg? No, it....
Oh God.
"Bluh!" he spat, alcohol spraying two feet from him. "Oh my God do you not remember the latht time you tried to foitht that on me?! There wath a bucket and innothent pietheth of fried fowl involved!"
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Oh God.
"Bluh!" he spat, alcohol spraying two feet from him. "Oh my God do you not remember the latht time you tried to foitht that on me?! There wath a bucket and innothent pietheth of fried fowl involved!"