"hmmm...what the hell did i put in it...?
oh yeah. well, i usually add this romantian ground slice of {beef}?, ground peppers from an illegial trade company in India, straight 100%proof vodka from Russia, and that green thing at the top is an olive from italy." He makes himself a drink of the Brain Bomb, pours it into the goblet he adores, and immediately chucks the substance down. "It is usally best at once." He says. "That way yoooooooo-" he begins to stumble, and slams heavily into the counter/ "dame, havent' had one of these in years. No wonder i quit."