The Sober Masters Secret

The beer was flowing out of taps onto the floor. The leprechauns were lying in it, singing weird songs. I stepped over them on the way to the bar. Patrick O’Malley recognized me immediately. Aren’t you the one who sobers up that lot? I stared at the mess on the floor and nodded. How do you do it? I was hesitant to give away my trade secrets. If there are other Sober Masters, I might be out of a job. If you can keep a secret, I will tell you. I take them home to their mothers.