"Then you're in luck, because this moonshine is as clear as a soul unburdened by a lifetime of the bad choices and regret that darken and muddy the waters of our inner selves. And it's something like 90 proof, to judge by the taste." He chuckled and flopped onto the couch next to his friend and handed over the jar of alcohol. It smelled surprisingly like nothing - moonshine was consumed for its potency, not for the experience of savoring it, after all. "I think we use something similar to this in the cleaning products back at the Night Vale Community Radio station. I never thought about drinking it, but it's quite effective at cleaning up blood stains and fending off an invasion of Worms!!" The way he said it, the capital W and both exclamation points were clearly audible. How'd he do that, anyway?
"So, what exactly is tea liver and how do we kill it?" He clearly hadn't heard as much of Chris' offer as he'd thought.