[Unless they were really thirsty. Which Chuck isn't. At the moment. He rolls over and pushes himself to a sitting position, eying Frau skeptically. Surely anyone talking that loudly instead of drinking with him must be sent by the enemy.]
Uh-uh. Last time I check I'm pretty sure I'm the manager, not the janitor.
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Uh-uh. Last time I check I'm pretty sure I'm the manager, not the janitor.
[He caps the flask and offers it to Frau.]
You want something to drink?