[43] written by Quarex

Hesitantly grabbing the bottle of Smirnoff from the cabinet, you
proceed to pour a shot for you and the horrible cycloptic beast. He
looks you straight in the eye, says "Here's looking at you, Kid," and
downs the shot in a split second. He then grabs the bottle and finishes
the rest of it off before you even have a chance to look at your
shot glass a second time. You hoist the shot glass to your lips and down
the shot. Oops, you forgot that alcohol is a poison. You are dead.
The end.