Not disgusting is not good enough for Dead End. Back before the war after he'd lost his first job he'd worked his aft off to be a good bartender, to not get booted from another job - even if he did still play the occasional prank. Over all that time he'd really taken to making drinks for others.

"Four?" The more Blurr keeps talking, the less he's liking it.

"It'll never be perfect then... Sub-par at best."