[Past] Ninety-Nine Bottles of....One Bottle of Bad Whiskey

I'm sure your stomach is plenty strong little elf. I don't want to ruin a good card game with tales of blood and viscera. It's not my favored form of discussion. What do you want to hear? My favorite flower used to kill? Eyeing him. He was torn between calling the game early or staying where he was. He had started this. Spoken before he thought. Sighing he threw another copper in the pot and leaned  back in his seat.