She grabs a glass of beer left behind by a previous customer and places it in front of you.
Without hesitation, you bite the edges of the glass and tilt your head back,
pouring the amber liquid down your throat. It's everything you thought it would be.
You can feel the thoughts slowing down to a snail's pace. Peace at last.
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.