"My god, it actually worked." Disbelief hung thickly in the air.
Trapper glanced up, fastening the final tube together. "There's a ringing endorsement, if I've ever heard one." Standing up, he brushed his hands off and pointed to the beaker. "Care to do the honors?"
"My pleasure." Hawkeye grinned and reached toward the newly constructed still, filling a glass with the waiting liquid. "Now, this doesn't mean we have a problem, just because we've built a still." Quickly, he drained the glass, reaching for another. "We're hardly alcoholics."
"Hardly." Trapper paused. "Now quit the chatter and hand the booze over."