There are most likely a lot of things they could drink that are more harmful. Like paint thinner. Nail polish remover. Rubbing alcohol. But this pruno has to be right up there when it comes to taste and effects on the stomach. Sarge is sure that prolonged use of this shit will put a few decent sized holes right into his intestines, and given the state of the world that can't be a good thing.
"Only thing that fucker can lead 's one of them ducks on a string. If at all," he snorts, relishing the calm before the storm for just a moment longer.
Yet he takes every help he can with getting this over with, something that should have happened a while ago. But then shit happened, as it tends to do, and Sarge didn't want to bother Rodeo with this when they needed his brain to come up with a way to smash those god damn Hello Kitty bastards. Well, maybe that was just a tad bit cowardly, but he'll pay for that in a second or two.
"Remember when Addie 'n I almost drowned in that cave?" As if he doesn't. As angry as Rodeo was that day, it will be nothing compared to this and Sarge tries to brace himself, the mean little voice inside his head cackling because it's just not possible. "Before we... when the water was almost over our heads, we thought we'd die. Addie kissed me." Sarge pauses for a moment, trying to gauge the reaction this relatively small confession will bring forth. It is easily explained away with the situation, he did it for days after the fact. But it's only one of a few that will progressively worse, but if he waits any longer he might die before he come clean, and he doesn't want that.