"Absinthe and Red Bull it is!"
She stabs open a can of Red Bull, letting the contents spew into a clay bowl. Placing it beneath the absinthe dispenser, she pulls the lever. Without hesitation, you slurp up the contents of the bowl, rushing the emerald liquid down your gullet. It's everything you thought it would be. You can feel your thoughts slowing down to a snail's pace. Then you feel your liver explode. Oh shit, seals can't process alcohol. "ARF ARF ARF!" you scream, as your body spasms and seizes.