The three whiskey adults in the organization seem to be mentally ill.
First, Lord Scot;
Then came Lord Bourbon;
Finally there was Lord Rye (who squeezed in by himself).
The content of the attack is usually a person talking to himself in the air. Most of the time he is talking about what to eat tonight, what to eat tomorrow morning, what to eat for lunch tomorrow...
People at the bottom of the organization who discovered this said they didn't understand, but respected (fingers crossed)
Three people not far away:
"What is he doing?"
Scotland: "I don't know..."
Bourbon: "Maybe there's too much pressure on the organization."
Malt: "......?"
Intention: to live