Mk.6; Bazookoid-weilding scutter, technically savvy, and... drink m

Where: Parrots
Who: Practically everyone
When: During celebrations
Mk.6, once again found himself weaving through the forest of legs
not unusual during a busy day in Parrots.
He rolled the ramp (placed for him at some earlier date) onto the
bar to survey the crowd. He noticed Alotta with several department
heads sitting at their usual table in the corner, no doubt talking
about somethink that could quite easily bring the brightest people
in the crew (a very hard thing to determine) to tears from boredom.
Suddenly, Mk.6's memory went into abstract mode, and somehow his
thought processes had him thinking of the Hitchhikers Guide to the
Galaxy.
"Hmm..." thought Mk.6 out loud.
"Barkeep?"
"Yeah" said the barkeeper
"give me a bottle of chinsano bianco, brandy, coke, aeromatic
bitters, lime cordial, the stuff at the bottom of beer stills, and
pine lime and lemon cordial."
The bartender thought about this for a moment.
"Pine lime and lemon cordial?"
"Yeah, gives it all a bit more of a kick!"
"Ok, fair enough."
The bartender promptly produced all of these things, however the
gunk at the bottom of the beer stills was a bit harder to get than
the rest, but he managed it all the same.
"Ok, now, If i do this right, i should be able to make a Hyper-
Synaptic Snorkle Blooter. I was only ever able to do it once when i
was trying to copy the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster from Hitchhikers
Guide to the Galaxy."
"Sounds good, but do you think they will go for it?" said the
barkeep, only worried about his reputation.
"Trust me." said Mk.6, it the smoothest way something with no facial
features can.
Several seconds later, the prototype was mixed and tested on one of
the crew close to the bar; he passed out within 5 seconds.
"Well, almost there, but I think I know how to tweak it a bit."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, could you please pull open that cover there?" said Mk.6,
gesturing to a point on his base.
The bartender slowly opened the cover to reveal several vials in a
row of different colours.
"Now, it's time to see if my dear old freind Dr. Landstrom had any
luck isolating the reverse flu virus!"
"WHAT? You're gonna put viruses into peoples drinks?"
"Dont worry! It wears off after about 20 minutes, meaning they will
probably want to come back for more, meaning mucho profits!"
"Good point" he said, removing the reverse flu virus from the rack
and placing it in Mk.6's mouth/claw, witch he poured into another
pint mug.
The sheer offer of a free drink seemed to be enough for another
crewmember to ignore the figure lying unconcious on the floor and
try the latest drink.
"How do you feel?" asked Mk.6 after he had downed the lot.
"Man, i FEEL smashed, but im not staggering everywhere. Thanks
mate." and he walked off as if he had never touched alcohol in his
life.
"Wow," said Mk.6 "If I'm correct, he shouldnt feel any hangover
effects whatsoever."
"Well, hows that for a gimmic!"
"Yeah, but we gotta start charging people for it"
In less than half a minute, everone was clamouring to get to the bar
to try this new drink.
Everyone seemed to be very happy, and not the sort of "Hey, i love
this guy one second and then smash his head in with a pool que the
next" sort of happy. More of a sober sort of happy.
But the funny thing about it all was, everyone kept coming back for
more.
Eventually word filtered back to Alotta and the department heads,
who made their way over to see what all the commotion was about.
"What in the smeg is going on here?" asked Alotta, not so much
angry, as just being curious.
"Here," shouted Mk.6, "Heres one on the house!" and slid one across
the bar to Alotta.
Picking it up and wondering if she should drink something made by a
machine whose origonal purpose was to repair things around the ship.
Eventually she sipped at it and to her amazement, it was quite good.
"This isn't half bad!" she said, as a cheer came up from the crowd
from the captains approval.
All through the night, people were grabbing at the glasses of Hyper-
Synaptic Snorkle Blooter constantly being pumped out.
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OOC: will the reverse flu last long enough to ward off the massive
hangover the next morning???