Hanji experimented and brewed a new kind of alcohol one day. She called it "Chevy".

"Moblit!" Hanji said. "I need you to investigate how well Chevy is selling."

Moblit nodded. "Yes, sir."

First, he followed Eren for a bit. Eren went to Levi's room and said, "I want to drown my sorrows for once. Heichou, have you got any Chevy? Hanji's new thing?"

Levi frowned. "No, I don't have any. I don't drink. But you can come in if you'd like."

Moblit left. No sales there.

He went to the tavern next. But all he found there were a bunch of men drinking other things.

"Connie! Pass me some rye!"

"Rye?!" the near-bald man replied. "Only a wuss drinks that! Have a shot of whiskey, Jean!"

"Eh, why not!" Jean said. "I'm going to die today, anyway!"

Another guy raised his glass and echoed, "This day, we die!"

Moblit sighed. It seemed Chevy had not caught on here either.

He went back to Hanji's office.

"Moblit, you're back! Tell me what happened."

Moblit reported, "Aye, aye! This -um- Eren-kun guy... hoped for Chevy from the Levi but the Levi was dry. Some good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, saying 'This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die.'"

Hanji nodded sagely. "Instead of brewing Chevy, I'm going to make a car and write a song."

AN: I don't know what got into me or where this came from. But I hope you laughed.