She pours a shot of vodka into her mostly full canteen of water.
Without hesitation, you bite the mouthpiece of the canteen and tilt your head back,
pouring the crystal clear liquid down your throat. It's everything you thought it would be.
You can feel the 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.
You're dead.