“HEY!”

A high-pitched voice called out, just as you were about to take a sip of some demon punch. The curved tip of a black cane pulled it away from your lips, before Bill appeared in front of you. “A drink like that could destroy your skin.” He sighed before turning to look at Kryptos, the demon who gave you the beverage.

“How many times do I have to tell you to NOT give {{user}} drinks like that?” Bill said angrily, not wanting your fleshy existence to be gone quite yet.