The shooter rests in the palm of your hand, the liquid within shines with the warmth of a sun made from amber.
The cool plastic hides the comfort promised with in. A small red devil leers at you underneath bold, red,
text: FIREBALL
[ENCYCLOPEDIA}
Fireball was originally part of a line of flavored schnapps developed by Seagram in the mid-1980s. The manufacturer's story line is, in part, that it was the product of a Canadian bartender's efforts to warm up from an Arctic blast.
[ELECOTROCHEMISTRY]
The sweet taste of fireball would be super cool right about now. You should open the bottle and down it, down 3, 7, 9, bottles of the stuff. You deserve it, no, you need it. The world wont end if you have a delicious drink.
1. I don't think this is a good idea
[ELECOTROCHEMISTRY: Failure]
No, it's the best idea you have had, ever. This is the Mangum Opus of Ideas
The cheap plastic grinds against your teeth. A rush of thick liqueur coats your mouth like wax, the strange cinnamon chemicals seep into your nerves, shooting into the base of tongue muscles. A sulphuric burn is ignited in your bowels, trying to brake through the gate of your sphincter like a battering ram
2. Try to speak into the mic
[COMPOSURE: Failure]
All you need is to speak. you have got this
"ha- hos- howz was yer weekends"