C-CACT02 (Aug 12, 2001)
Puzzle
“Drink up.”
See: C-SOS03 | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: What's the name of a certain drink in C-SOS03?
Clue 2: The one made by 'Red Eye's crazy ex'.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Cockatail
Explanation: In C-SOS03, it says “Red Eye’s crazy ex is working here as a bartender, and his signature drink is literally “The Cockatail.””
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
RECEIPT AS OF: 8/12/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: MAROCCHINO
RECEIPT FILED AS: C-CACT-02
I had a weird conversation with Mrs. Weyer, Naberius. I guess, from his perspective, he doesn’t want to hurt any humans. Obviously, I think he’s not exactly telling the truth. But I don’t know what to make of it. He did give me the Cockatrice, though. Did you guys know they shoot venom from their eyes? Yuck. Anyway, I guess we’ll be sending this thing back to the Esterskald and… uh… tab closed? Maybe? Seems like a new record.
S.O.T.
Mrs. Weyer: What can I get you, my dear?
Marocchino: A Cockatail, please. Extra strong.
Mrs. Weyer: Oh, feeling daring tonight? So, where are you visiting from? I can’t say that I recognize your glamorous face.
Marocchino: The Necropolis, of course.
Mrs. Weyer: Well, sure, water is wet, love. Which ring?
Marocchino: You can’t tell?
Mrs. Weyer: Humor me.
Marocchino: The big one.
Mrs. Weyer: Ah, of course. The big one. The outermost ring, which we all know, is called—
Marocchino: The outer ring.
Mrs. Weyer: LIAR! I knew you weren’t Amaymonian! That smell… you aren’t even a demon, are you?
Marocchino: You get humans in here all the time, don’t you?
Mrs. Weyer: Oh, sure. But they don’t tend to stay human for long. Here, drink up.
Marocchino: I’m okay, actually…
Mrs. Weyer: DRINK. UP. You ordered it! DRINK!
Marocchino: Erm…
[Mrs. Weyer let out a long sigh.]
Mrs. Weyer: …what brings you here, human?
Marocchino: Work. Mostly.
Mrs. Weyer: Work? You don’t smell like saltwater. You smell like… coffee. So. That’s it then, you’re with the new Cafe and Diner.
Marocchino: Yeah, I guess so.
Mrs. Weyer: And you’re here to…?
Marocchino: Try to send the Cockatrice you’re using for your cocktails back to the Esterskald, I guess. And stop humans from getting lured by your Siren.
Mrs. Weyer: Ha. HahahaHAHAHA! That’s all? Here, take it.
[Mrs. Weyer retrieved a subdued Cockatrice from underneath the bar]
Mrs. Weyer: I’ve got plenty of venom already. Not that it’ll matter.
Marocchino: Well… this was… easy.
Mrs. Weyer: Look, uh…
Marocchino: Nikki.
Mrs. Weyer: Nikki, I don’t want humans coming to our clubs any more than you do.
Marocchino: Really?
Mrs. Weyer: DO YOU THINK I AM LYING TO YOU?
Marocchino: Uh…
Mrs. Weyer: Sorry, my dear. I get away from myself sometimes. I have three voices in my head, and one of them has quite a temper. Yes. My Mistress’ plans do not involve causing undue duress to humans, nor Cryptids, I suppose.
Marocchino: So… why did you—?
Mrs. Weyer: The Cockatrice? They aren’t particularly rare, and I didn’t hurt the thing. They practically ooze venom from their eyes. Oh, do be careful of that—you wouldn’t want to get any in your eyes. They can spray it quite a distance.
Marocchino: I don’t care about the weird chicken. Why are you using a siren to lure humans in?
Mrs. Weyer: Ah. That would explain it, wouldn’t it? I’ll have to have a talk with Lexie. No harm meant, my dear. You must understand we don’t know how our activities here in the Flipside will impact humans. In fact, we could use a consultant…
Marocchino: I’ll have to think about that.
Mrs. Weyer: Of course. But think fast. The world is coming to an end, after all.
E.O.T.