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Without further ado, Beerus threw the shot back into his throat and snapped his jaw shut.
<span class="mu-s">"Mmmmhmmm... hm..."</span>
Swishing the globules and juice back and forth, and then swallowing it before setting his glass down. He held his hand to his nose, and sniffled before he gagged a little, and then coughed once.
"..."
<span class="mu-s">"Odd."</span>
"Odd, sire?"
<span class="mu-s">"It's not as horrible as I believed it would be. By all means, I can see why some would enjoy the taste of melted shellac mix with those tangy hints of spicy mucus diluted by the alcohol additive... however..."</span>
"H-However...?"
<span class="mu-s">"...the consistency is unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. I can't stand the way this feels against my tongue. It's as if I had my own mucus in my mouth. The residual feeling is quite perturbing.</span>" Beerus said, before reaching forward and grabbing the bottle next to the Swamprocks and reading the label; <span class="mu-s">"Toadstool. Lovely."</span>
Plucking the cork out with his claw, Beerus took a swig of this one.
<span class="mu-s">"Mhf!'</span>
He set it down and stuck his tongue out.
<span class="mu-s">"Blegh. Now this one just feels like gelatin in my mouth. Watery gelatin."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Like melted candy from Earth. Jellybeans, I'd think."</span> Whis said, to which Beerus snapped his finger in his direction.
"Toadstool is a brand that famously blends their alcohol to soften the fluid."
<span class="mu-s">"It's much tangier. I still feel it in my nose and head. Huf... Well, I've had enough of that."</span>
