It's been a hard day....
Sitting down at my liquor cabinet, I pour myself a drink. I drink it rather fast, but hey, it's been a hard day.
After a few minutes of cogitation, I realize that my first drink is sitting down in my gut, getting lonely. I pour myself another and quickly send it down to keep number one company.
I think....well, what if number one and two don't get along? I should probably send down another, just to be a mediator, you know, in case number one and number two get into a hostile altercation.
My stomach seems to be getting a bit restless, I wonder what happened to number three. He must not have made it yet to help out