Panic at Parrotts

<Parrots>
-----Snip-----
M'Ress eyed him disdainfully and then stared at the mop and then
down at the water covered floor and replied "In this aquarium? I
don't think so. You little fishes don't look palatable."
She knew they would be confused at her attempt to be humorous.
She said "Now would someone like to tell me where I can get the
Bridge, maybe someone up there can tell me what is happening on this
giant junkyard."
-----End Snip-----
Cubie smiled. "I think you can get to the bridge by taking the
lift up to deck one. From there, you should see a sign. If not,
just ask around. You're looking for what they call the 'drive room'."
<Reply - M'Ress>
-----Snip-----
Zack looked around. Owen had stepped out. Cubie was actually
the bar's accountant, but not part of the staff. "I guess I am. Can
I get you something?"
"Actually," Cerebrum said, "It's more along the lines on whether
I can supply you with something."
Zack and cubie shouted in unison. "What!?"
"Now that all of the ship's alcohol reserves have been dumped
into the ocean, any remaining alcohol is going-"
Cubie grabbed Berebrum's lapels. "When did this happen?" She'd
be smegged if she was going to lose ANOTHER job this quickly.
"A short while ago. I strongly doubt that the man who ordered
the
dumping is going to live out the week. But I digress. I have
constructed a still, and have produced two powerful acids, seven
lubricants, three solvents, a dozen colourless, odorless poisons;
eight napalm substitutes, three different forms of rocket fuel and
fourteen high explosives. But, after much trial and error, I have
managed to produce alcohol," he pulled out the flask and handed it to
Zack, "I'm willing to supply as much as the bar needs. For a price,
of course. The only other option you have is to sell the remaining
alcohol and have the bar torn to pieces by the riot that will occur
when it runs out."
As he waited for Zack's response, Cerebrum idly wondered if Zack
was
going to try the alcohol. It would be interesting to note his
reactions, seeing how the drink was 160 proof, eighty percent alcohol.
-----End Snip-----
Zack sniffed at the flask, and his eyes nearly crossed. No
grape juice - that! "Well, I'm not really authorized to make
purchasing deci-"
"We'll take it." Cubie snatched the flask and scrutinized
it. "What's your going rate?"
<Reply - Cerebrum>
~Zack & Cubie~