At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. Our first choice was to buy an islad secluded from the world. We've never been social people considering our high school experience was full of arrogant assholes who never accepted anyone.
The second choice was to buy a cabin in the mountains so our grandpa can go somewhere peaceful before he passed away. Our crazy aunt was always up his ass. She couldn't do anything for herself because the drugs ate away a majority of her brain cells, so he had to do everything for her. Also, our uncle had a cat hoarding problem that was so severe that every time a cat was in his yard he brought it inside.
Finally, our third choice was we'd donate it to trustworthy charities and help pay hospital bills for those in need. After suffering for most of our lives we decided that we should help those who are suffering as well. Somebody has to make the world less painful afterall, so if we could do so we would.
We decided to get the black liquid tested before we offered it to any of the big name companies, such as Shell. It took a few months of waiting onsidering the testing lab was across seas. Customs can be a prick when it comes to that. When we got our results back, it turned out that the black liquid wasn't oil at all. In fact, it just proved everyone's growing suspicions: we have a demon among us.