( Oh, it burns. It burns so badly. Vash has to pound his metal fist against his chest, clearing his throat. )

I don't know if it's bad, but I don't think I'll be buying it again. ( Except he's knocking the entire glass back, letting it simmer all the way down. ) Yowch. Hoo-boy.

( A wild little laugh. )

Actually, it feels like it does the trick. Y'want more?