Your funeral, dude. Ain't no fur off my tail either way. I'm gonna have fun, regardless. [But he seems to sort of understand the method to the madness, and is taking heed of the advice, so good for him. Rocket's rust-red eyes light up as he takes that first sip.
It tastes lemon-y but with a burn that hits your senses so hard, it's almost like having your sinus cavity punched in.]
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It tastes lemon-y but with a burn that hits your senses so hard, it's almost like having your sinus cavity punched in.]