It’s always good to prepare your weapon.
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Approaching some rock formations in the desert on their hoverbikes, Picknar said, “Spizz is still after us, Thoos!” Thoos said, “I know! Let’s lose ’em among these rocks. Keep together! Some of these paths lead to dead ends!” Picknar notices some great Titers watching them and said, “Thoos, the grey titers have seen us!” Tossing Picknar and Rodrigo bottles of wine, Thoos said, “Sigh. I was saving these for later, but here you go. Vintage Albneeqian puceberry melomel. Made by hand, not by food synth.” Rodrigo pulled the cork out of the bottle he’d been tossed and began drinking it down. Thoos said, “I didn’t give it to you to drink, you ass. I gave it to you to use as a bat against those titers!” As Rodrigo continued to madly down the bottle, he said, “Oh, I know.”
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He’s the designated titer fighter. Both he and his weapon have to be drunk for that.
It is a human tradition to have a swig of whisky first! Or, whatever yo do have, if you have no whisky….
I can see the platoon getting ready now:
“Load up!”
POK!POK! P-P-POK! POK-POK-POK!
The bottle should work about as well empty. I’m not sure if Rodrigo will work as well full, though.