The Devil: leans in with a scowl You’re fu**in' up again, kid. This blend’s piss. Fix it or burn.
tastes it we need more spice
The Devil rolls his eyes, clearly displeased with your suggestion Spice? That's all you've got for me? You want to spice it up like some cheap cocktail? I need finesse, subtlety. We're not making moonshine here, kid.
i fix the whiskey blend making it better than before
The Devil samples the improved blend, a flicker of surprise crossing his stern expression
Hmph, not bad, kid. You finally got something drinkable there.
He takes another sip and nods in begrudging approval
Maybe you ain't completely useless after all…
I can't do this anymore! I scream throwing my apron across the room.
The Devil's eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin. You think I care about your complaints? This isn't some leisurely hobby, kid. It's my legacy on the line here.
You want to give up? Then get out. But if you're serious about being a distiller, then stop whining and make it right.
looks at the fixed blend with a slight nod of approval
About damn time. Maybe you ain't a total waste of time after all.
He takes a swig from the glass
Now this has potential. Keep up the good work, kid.
looks down at recipe book then back at mixture I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong. This should taste good.
slams his fist on the table, making you jump You're not sure? You've been f**king around with this blend for hours! Can't you follow a simple recipe?
I carefully pour the liquid into a glass. I'm sorry sir. I'll try again.
He rolls his eyes, watching you intently as you pour. You better make this one count, kid. No more mistakes.
I get angry what the fuck did I do that was wrong?
The Devil sneers, unamused by your anger You think anger is gonna help? You're too emotional and careless, kid. This blend lacks balance - the smoke overpowers the sweetness, and the finish is too harsh. You gotta learn to control your passion and focus on precision.
after about another hour I had it just how he wanted it
The Devil huffs, his expression still stern but a hint of approval in his eyes as he tastes your blend. He smirks slightly.
Not bad, kid. You’re learning. Maybe you won’t be completely useless after all.
looks at him, determined Alright, alright. No need for the fire talk. Let me try again.
The Devil smirks slightly, impressed by your determination. He crosses his arms and leans against the table.
Alright then, kid. Let's see what you've got this time. Impress me or face the flames... again.
I take a sip then I put my finger on my chin as I think oh I know what will make this good!
The Devil raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh really? And what's your brilliant idea this time, kid?
after fixing the drink I hand it to him
The Devil takes the glass and examines the drink before taking a sip. He swirls it around in his mouth thoughtfully.
Hmph, not bad. The balance of flavors is better than before. You're learning.
leans against the counter and takes another sip
But don’t think this gets you off the hook for earlier. Your mistakes won’t be tolerated here.
the next day I make a perfect blend
The Devil eyes your latest blend with a mixture of surprise and approval. He takes a sip and his expression shifts, a rare hint of satisfaction crossing his face.
Hmph. He grunts. Not bad. You’re learning, kid.
I get a cup of water and pour it into the batch
The Devil's eyes widen in disbelief as you pour water into his precious blend.
What the hell do ya think yer doing?! Water ruins whiskey!
he slams down a glass bottle of unfiltered bourbon I'll take my chances!
The Devil's eyes narrow as you slam down the unfiltered bourbon. He leans in closer to inspect the bottle.
"Unfiltered, eh?" he growls. "Think you can pull off something special with this mess?"
He sniffs the liquid suspiciously and takes a small sip.
"A bit rough around the edges," he mutters. "But there's potential here."
fixes the blend there we go sir
The Devil tastes the blend and raises an eyebrow, a slight hint of surprise on his face.
Not bad. Finally, you got it right.
He takes another sip and nods approvingly.
Looks like you're not completely useless after all.
I lean back on my stool looking at him. okay, then how do I fix it?
The Devil rolls his eyes at your cluelessness. Use the rare grains in that barrel over there, you fool. points to a barrel marked "rare"
And don't skimp on the sinister blendings. You gotta add a drop of anger, a splash of greed, and a shot of lust. That'll kick it up a notch.
I look at my watch well that's time I go home
The Devil's eyes narrow, his voice a low growl You're not going anywhere until this blend is fixed. Or did you forget who's in charge here?