Re: The next wave begins

Who: Cerebrum, M'Ress, Zack, Cubie
Where: Parrots
> Zack looked around. Owen had stepped out. Cubie was actually
> the bar's accountant, but not part of the staff. "I guess I am.
Can
> I get you something?"
>
"Actually," Cerebrum said, "It's more along the lines on whether I
can supply you with something."
"What?"
"Now that all of the ship's alcohol reserves have been dumped into
the ocean, any remaining alcohol is going-"
"When did this happen?"
"A short while ago. I strongly doubt that the man who ordered the
dumping is going to live out the week. But I digress. I have
constructed a still, and have produced two powerful acids, seven
lubricants, three solvents, a dozen colourless, odorless poisons;
eight napalm substitutes, three different forms of rocket fuel and
fourteen high explosives. But, after much trial and error, I have
managed to produce alcohol," he pulled out the flask and handed it to
Zack, "I'm willing to supply as much as the bar needs. For a price,
of course. The only other option you have is to sell the remaining
alcohol and have the bar torn to pieces by the riot that will occur
when it runs out."
As he waited for Zack's response, Cerebrum idly wondered if Zack was
going to try the alcohol. It would be interesting to note his
reactions, seeing how the drink was 160 proof, eighty percent alcohol.
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