Kualat
"What's the best drink you serve here?" the man asked me. I laughed heartily before I replied.
"The strongest, you mean, or just the one with the least motor oil?"
The blue-skinned face crinkled in what I presumed was this species' approximation of a raised eyebrow.
I turned and began to mix an engine surprise. It was twenty-per-cent jet fuel, perfect for destroying the stomach lining of all but the hardiest of drinkers. A few more choice liquids added to the genuinely life-threatening concoction, then a block of frozen Garneeligan oil with a core of lithium. The oil was already melting when I passed the drink to its owner.
"A word of warning," I said with a smirk, "Don't stand too close for a moment."
What I had just done could quite easily have been classed as attempted murder, but the look on his face easily made up for it.
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