You gaze thoughtfully out the window, watching the rain fall. In your hand is a glass of amber liquid.
“Hasn’t this been done?” I remark.
“What?” you reply.
“The ‘gaze-out-a-window-while-swilling-scotch’ shtick.”
“This is root beer diluted with water,” you explain. I stare at you. “Root beer is some pretty strong stuff by itself!” you express.
No… it isn’t.
You return your gaze to the window. There’s a raccoon out there, in the rain! Ho! Ho ho! Look how wet he is!