order a ginger ale
"Whatllitbe?" he asks. (Well, not really asks. Maybe it'd
be better to say he recites it.)
"Ginger ale," you reply, trying to make sure that you've
timed your response just like everyone else's.
He comes back with your drink, and extends his hand, so you shake it.
You begin drinking your drink in time with everyone else, just in the
hope that maybe you'll figure out what's going on.
Turns out, however, that nothing really happens. Except one thing.
You stop to pay attention to your drink, and realize it's not really
ginger ale; no fizz, no crisp taste, it's not even sweet! Could you
be being drugged without knowing it? What's going on?
"Bartender!" you call. He comes over.
"Whatllitbe?"
You grab him by the shoulder and shake him. "Whatllitbe?"
he keeps asking, as you shake him. Finally, you pick him up. That's
odd! He only weighs ten pounds!
"Whatllitbe?"
Finally, you jump over the railing, and start searching behind the
counter, in the hopes of finding out what on Earth is going
on!
You call the bartender over.
