[Buggy isn't laughing after a drink. This tastes like shit. And it's probably a potential ingredient for a Buggy Bomb of some type. Seriously, it tastes like flammable messy death.] You're holding out on me. This is ten sorts of awful, but it seems like it'd be good for something. [He takes another drink, and blinks at Ace. This kid is something else.] Seriously. Let's make a bomb with it. I think we could make a flashy explosive death or two with this!