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Booze, the ambrosia of dwarves. Or, in better words, beer. We got wine here, so why don't they drink that? We got little, but we can share it if that's what it takes for these guys to move their asses.
"But why don't they drink wine? We got some wine." Said Lucifer, as he just thought the same thing I did.
"Wine… wine… Well, they call it piss." Said Darfu.
"Piss?! These bastards are really unforgivable!" roared Partner.
"Calm down, don't go beat them. They're important…." I said, stopping Partner.
Partner looked at me frustratedly.
"Master, you're way too nice. Sometimes you have to leave the nasty work to your friends!" she said.
"Yeah, leave the nasty work to us." Said Emeraldine with an oddly ominous smile. "We'll get it down in no time… I particularly dislike how Dwarves are so annoyingly prideful and grumpy."
