[Ling looks at the label and the unfortunate lack of a visible expiration date, decides he's already put two shots of relative burning garbage in his body and why worry about old sugar now, and twists the cap off. He will drink this ancient whatever-it-is. It's probably not, like, 6-years-expired ginger ale, which he might have once drank, so he will live.]
I feel good, [before he holds up a finger for Greed to wait while he chugs about a third of this mystery soda in one go. This is ordinary Ling brand behavior, so—] And a little warm? But that could be because of you.
[nonzero chance, but also, baby's first shots. who knows.]
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I feel good, [before he holds up a finger for Greed to wait while he chugs about a third of this mystery soda in one go. This is ordinary Ling brand behavior, so—] And a little warm? But that could be because of you.
[nonzero chance, but also, baby's first shots. who knows.]