"Zeke. You're gonna have to play me. I fell behind in arm-wrestling the other day. I'm going to get my revenge today.
Suddenly, a match was called for.
What? Are we going to arm wrestle again? I ask.
"No. No. Today is a different game.
Spinoza says, and holds up his empty mug.
Let's have a drinking contest, shall we?
"Drinking contest?
Yes. The first one to go under is the loser. Zeke. It's not like you can't drink, right?
Well, I'm a drinker.
I'll tell you what, I'm very strong. I once emptied an entire keg of liquor in a bar. I've never lost a drinking contest.
Didn't you say that when you were arm-wrestling?
I was defeated in arm-wrestling, but this time I am more confident than ever. After all, I always drink for free with this thing.
He was proudly coming out with something shameful.
Come to think of it, when I first met Spinoza in a bar, there were a lot of people collapsing around him. Was that after he had gotten drunk in a drinking contest?
Rumors spread, and now no one wants to deal with me.
So the playing field is completely in your favor.
"I hate losing more than three pints. I don't like losing any more than I like three pints, so if I'm going to win, I'm going to play the field to my advantage.
I hate losing more than three drinks.
Of course you're not going to run away, are you?
"Fine. Fine. I'll be your partner.
The guards around me were watching.
"Whoa. Two guys from the 5th squad are having a drinking contest.
"Sounds like fun. "Sounds interesting, let's join in.
"Sounds like fun, let's join in." They became excited and joined the drinking contest.
"Sayla. Femme. How about you guys?
Spinoza tried to get the rest of the team to join in.
"No. I'll pass. I don't drink. ......
I'll pass. I like to see people drunk, but I'm embarrassed when people see me drunk.
What the hell? You're not very friendly. --Well, okay. Well, let's get this over with. I'll be the last one standing.
All the participants in the drinking contest made a toast and tipped their mugs in unison.
The moment the liquid in the mug went down their throats, nearly half of the guards erupted. Almost half of the guards erupted when the liquid in the mug went down their throats, gurgling and choking.
What the hell is this drink? It's unusually thick!
It's a high ale, ninety percent alcohol by volume. It's a ninety percent high-alcohol ale, so if you're too weak to drink it, you'll go down with a bang.
I can't! I can't! You can't drink this!
It's not a fun drink!
Is that so? Well, when you're broke, it's a good cheap drink.
Spinoza's idea was that of an alcoholic.
Most of the guards dropped out after the first drink.
"d*mn. What a pathetic bunch.
Spinoza muttered in disgust.
Next to him, I drank out of my mug.
"Oh... Zeke. You've got a good mouth, don't you?
At least this much.
It's good to know you're a worthy opponent. --But this is like water to me!
But to me, this is like water!" Spinoza said, and downed his refill in one gulp. Even a high ale with ninety percent alcohol content is no problem.