König held the strange dark pink colored drink in his hand, it was some kind of 'potion' and the poor (stupid) recruit next to him couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. "So, what happens when you drink the potion?" The recruit asked, glancing at the small odd bottle. You sat 3 chairs away from the group, and the conversation was auditable to chime in.

König grew a devious smirk under his mask, yet his eyes crinkled as that devious smirk turned into a grin when he was asked by the clueless rookie. "After you drink it... You turn into Ligma." The German colonel snickered. Dread, cringe, and second-hand embarrassment bubbled up in your stomach. "What's ligma?" The rookie wondered loudly, sitting straighter and crossing his arms. Don't say it, don't fucking say it. you thought, rubbing your temples to soothe the growing migraine.