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You glance at the oddity of a walking talking bird, then pick up your shot glass. Holding it up to admire it, Mr. Penguin's face becomes a distorted art piece from the point of view of the alcohol.

"I want to have good friends, and be a good friend to other people."

You modestly sip the shot glass and set it down with a content nod. It's not like that's a lie, you do genuinely feel that way.

"I see, I see," he turns around to admire the wide selection of bottles gathered on the bar's wall, "Perhaps someone like you is just what this place needs..."

"I'd try my best not to disappoint you."

"Hmm. Very well. I heard from your former employer that you were exceptional. But I require a demonstration!"

"Demonstration?"

The deep voiced wobbling bird hobbles about in excitement, "Yes! Yes yes yes---" He grabs a hold of an expensive looking bluish azure shine, "Ah! Just what I was looking for! Right then, you might still be a little out of it so take your time. I want you to decanter this mix into this shot glass from as hiiiiigh up as you can without spilling a drop."

The talking bird man wobbles on his tip toes and attempts to decanter the bottle as high as he can. He still manages to spill a drop or two, but his technique is efficient. Especially considering he's doing everything with flippers. Impeccably impressive.

He sets the bottle down and takes out a rag to wipe off the counter. With a confident nod, he then turns to you.

"Okay! Now you try-"

The penguin looks around for the bottle he set down.

"---Hey, where'd I put that thing?"

Without muttering a word, you stand up, and bow forward. A familiar liquid begins to leak from your forehead, straight down in a line of perfect stability!

...The bottle is lodged in your pompadour.

You fill up a tiny shot glass without spilling a drop!

"W-W-WHAT!?"

"Is this sufficient?"

"HOW-?! YOU-!? WHAT!? JUST WHO ARE YOU!?"

"Alex Anderson," you stretch your hand forth to shake his fin, "Nice to meet you."

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