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*eyes shot glass suspiciously*

You. TripleSec.

I know what you're up to. Just sitting there in my shotglass. Waiting. Looking real innocent. Yeah, you'd like me to think that. I know you would.

I see you there. Biding your time. Oh, you think you'll get the best of me, don't you. Don't you. But you can't fool me.

Oh yes, I'll drink you, little shot. I'll drink you good.

...

Eventually.

Just you wait.

...

I'm on to you.

(Obviously, Lyssie is never going to be a big drinker.)