Korsarros face breaks into a grin as he takes the bottle and gulps down enough to fill his small body, he pulls it back with a large burp and smiles hazily "Truly. You are a gentleman Zato. Now what's all this commotio-" Korsarro stops mid-sentence as his stomach begins to feel as if it is on fire. And not in the good way. "Zato. Is this brew sa-" Korsarros words are interrupted as blood-tinged bile bursts forth from his tiny frame, splattering upon Zato, Mary and the giant with the ducks. Korsarro collapses to his small knees, a look of revulsion on his face "Nothing is going well today... " He looks down at his mud and now blood-bile stained body "Nothing at all."