[Durant opted for the emphasis, clasping on three and putting on the pressure until the human hand met the tabletop. He wagered breaking the arm of a stranger that meant no harm was very sportsmanlike.

However, he was still buzzing.]

Oho... This is precisely like the lightning! The skin buzzes, the heart races...! But it's not as tingly.

[He went to wipe off his face. The blue arm shifted and twisted into a simple tentacle that absorbed the foam on contact.]

I like the fluffy top. Like a beer... but these machines make shitty beer.