[ Works like magic every damn time. Goading cocky drinkers into trying some weirdass mixes on a dare never got old. At least Lantar has the grace not to grin too obviously. ]

If I wanted to kill you, I'd plop a good old mug of Ryncol down and bet you ten bucks that you wouldn't finish it.

[ Fortunately for Howard, he decides to give the man a bit of mercy and goes for a more conventional mix of tequila, fizz and lime. Just to cleanse his palette a little. ]

Pine syrup's never hurt a soul. Except for that one time this fucker tried murdering one of his mates with a bottle of it.