Winfrey was back in her toga outfit and she grabbed the pineapples and red apples.

"First things first, you will need red apples! They're the strongest when it comes to making alcohol, make sure they'r e fermented for three days!"

"Who is she talking to?" An orc chef asked a elven cook.

"Oh don't mind her she always do that when she makes alcohol." The elven cook told the orc fondly as she remembered when she simply wanted a beer from the Goddess and while she drinking it, Winfrey described the whole process of making beer. Very interesting stuff.

Winfrey grabbed a big barrel and placed the apples and pineapples into the barrel and then emptying a whole bottle of rum and then proceeding to empty two tall bottles of vodka into the barrel and then a pinch of Absinthe which to Winfrey means half the bottle.

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Then she took the bottle that Zylon deliver and pour it in there as well and then took a mallet and proceeded to mash the fruit in the bottom to a pulp. She then grab a comically giant spoon and stir it with the speed of Zylon himself.

"AND DONE! This might be my best work yet!" Winfrey said happily.

She look upon her creation.

She once remembered someone saying these words.

"YOU FUCK WITH THE FAN YOU GET THE TASTIC!"

And it those words didn't describe her drink then language as whole was a waste of time and money.

"I CALL IT THE FANTASTIC BLACKOUT!" Winfrey loudly proclaimed.

"Who want to taste it?"

Nobody in the kitchen budge, they needed to continue their cooking.

"Cowards...all of you....cowards." Winfrey told them, her expression serious and damn near made everyone frightened.

A smile returned back to her face.

"Oh well!" Winfrey placed the lid on the big barrel. She walked away, looking to check on Zylon and then maybe hit the dance floor.