Stella

“See my friend Stella over there, she’s bubbly, you’d love her.”

“She looks a bit orange to me.”

“That’s just a result of modern day brewing man. Preservatives and that.”

“Sure I won’t get cholera or nothing?”

“No, she’s clean, not so sure about the pipes though, can’t guarantee that you won’t catch anything.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well you don’t know where they’ve been these days do you? I’m sure I saw some Rattler creeping in there the other week.”

“So why should I get her then?”

“Well I hear that she’ll bring her fruity mate along later.

“Oh now I get it.”

“But you should, she’s your type, dry and forgettable.”

“Well if you’re sure I’ll have a taste, a tipple if you will.”

“Yeah mate, course, go get her.”