Smalls rolled her eyes slightly at Nym's challenge, but knew she couldn't back down.
Deciding to do it properly, she reached behind the counter and pulled forth her own bottle, running her fingers around the familiar polar bear logo.
"They thought they'd be the kingdom by the sea, the jewel in Australia's crown," She said thoughtfully, cracking the seal, "They used to think that they'd made the drink that would turn the whole world upside down."
She briefly ran the bottle under her nose, inhaling the intoxicating elixir that wafted from the neck.
"For one sip, and the whole world would come, for one sip, of Bundaberg rum," She raised the bottle above her head, examining the amber goodness against the lights, "They distilled the sugar into pure molasses, they raised their glasses high above their heads. They took one sip."
She carefully took a sip from the bottle.
"They took one sip, and someone said," calmly she put down the bottle, "Holy Shit! this is liquid crack! What the fuck are you looking at? Come over here and I will beat you like a drunk! I'll introduce your face to my hand, come on lets settle this man to man, Bartender two more cans of Bundaberg rum!"
"'Cause it's canned hate, liquid venom, makes you mean as snake, makes you wanna punch women" She paused momentarily from belting out the song to glare at Nym, "It's purified sugar from a high pressure cooker, makes you skin start crawling 'till they peel you from the roof. It's caustic soda, mixed with cola. Makes your eyes go beedy, makes you go bipolar, makes you wanna wear flannel, watch sports channels..."
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