Ahhh...O-Saké
Ah...O-Saké, although you taste like warm rubbing alchohol, how I love thee. Though it is agony to hold thee in mine mouth for over a second, the warm feeling you give me inside is much like the game I have just played - and lost at.
I vow to continue this game, and best it, but not until I have obtained another vase of that fermented clear rice liquid, heated to tea-like warmth, with which to get the full effect I'm sure our programer intended.