"Frank Linda Ronstadt Regan Doyle, don't even think about it," says Gertrude out loud, apparently in response to some internal debate. "I am not that strong."
"No, of course not, Trudy, you're right," admits Frank. "I don't suppose rolling it down would be a very good idea." He gives it a good think for a moment more, scanning the room with truly distressing sobriety, then snaps his fingers. "I know what let's do!! Trudy, be a dear and bring us one of those empty barrels, would you?"
Gertrude rushes to the task, rolling an empty barrel over with ease. Frank pries off the lid and places it beneath the top barrel. "I call this Frank Doyle's Theory of the Transitive Power of Gin!" he declares, and opens the spigot.
Beautiful, clear gin rushes from one barrel into the other. Frank watches delightedly, and Gertrude can't help but lap at the stream just a little.
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"Frank Linda Ronstadt Regan Doyle, don't even think about it," says Gertrude out loud, apparently in response to some internal debate. "I am not that strong."
"No, of course not, Trudy, you're right," admits Frank. "I don't suppose rolling it down would be a very good idea." He gives it a good think for a moment more, scanning the room with truly distressing sobriety, then snaps his fingers. "I know what let's do!! Trudy, be a dear and bring us one of those empty barrels, would you?"
Gertrude rushes to the task, rolling an empty barrel over with ease. Frank pries off the lid and places it beneath the top barrel. "I call this Frank Doyle's Theory of the Transitive Power of Gin!" he declares, and opens the spigot.
Beautiful, clear gin rushes from one barrel into the other. Frank watches delightedly, and Gertrude can't help but lap at the stream just a little.