[ Oh, thank God. Sure, considering the number of sips Marty's already had (and by sips he means glugs-- he isn't a square), if the beer was magic he probably would've been screwed regardless. But it's always nice to know someone else could've been screwed with him.

It's impossible to hide his relieved sigh. ]

For what it's worth [ Marty finishes the last of the drink, then asks for another-- but for the guy beside him instead of himself ] I think it's cool you tried it even if it could've bunnified you.

[ Reminds him a little bit of his best friend. ]

I still don't get how all this magic stuff works. [ Marty folds his arms over the counter, shaking his head. ] We don't have any where I'm from. That or we haven't discovered it yet. [ His brows furrow. ] I still haven't figured out where in the timeline this place is supposed to be.

You ever seen any before getting here?