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<span class="mu-s">"Ghrnnn.... Very well."</span> Beerus snorted, much to the collective relief of the Goboxians. But they weren't totally at ease yet. <span class="mu-s">"I will try this... Mucus Beer of yours. But let me tell you now... If I don't like it, every planet and sun within one hundred systems reach here is getting destroyed."</span>
"W-... G-Guk! Th-That would wipe out the neighboring Magonians we trade with too... U-Uh! M-Make haste! Bring this man his offering!"
Slippery feet made their way across the floor. A Goboxian servant approached Beerus as he swiveled slightly to the right in the big chair and knelt before him, holding up a tray topped with multiple bottles full of a green substance reflecting the lights in the room. Curiously, he raised an eyebrow as he appraised the goods and reached forward for one that truly stood out to him.
<span class="mu-s">"This one is shaped like... your kind's legs."</span>
"Ah, yes. That one is an expensive sort, Swamprocks Special Blend, ten ninety. The peculiar frog-leg shape actually has a storied history."
<span class="mu-s">"And what kind of history is that which causes you to make such a ridiculous bottle shape?"</span>
"Well... figuratively and literally, the Frieza Force kicked us around in the past. One of the popular things their stationed soldiers would do is threaten to turn locals into frog legs. As in the food, frog legs. However, we came to adore the shape and reconstruct it into something that... that we pride. Our race's strong legs."
<span class="mu-s">"You are all pudgy and bloated."</span>
"Well, it speaks volumes of the strength of our legs to be able to move us pudgy and bloated beings, sire... Ehehe."
<span class="mu-s">"Whatever."</span> Beerus said, swishing the bottle of Swamprocks blend in his hand. <span class="mu-s">"Hmm... Bottoms up."</span>
Twisting the top off, Beerus grabbed the bigger of the two shot glasses before him and filled it to the brim with the green liquid slowly, without spilling even a drop. He had the keen eyes of a true gourmet, ones that could not miss the way the liquor oozed out of the bottle. It had the same consistency of mucus, slowly snaking downwards like slime. But it was way more watery. It smelled strong. He noted the way that the liquid had some... globules of some sort rushing down through the stream.
<span class="mu-s">"Hmm?"</span>
He tilted his glass. The stuff didn't even spill, at least not immediately.
"Our beverages all use tree barks boiled to perfection, along with wetland berries. The most important ingredient beyond our somewhat toxic mucus secretion that gives it a spicy hint is the shellac we farm from our insect droves here on our planet. The shellac resin melts perfectly into the mixture as we distill it, allowing the alcohol to blend into the perfect fermented drink. A heads up now that it may tingle in your nostrils, Lord Beerus."
