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	"That I can. Obviously, you can't really hold yours too well, huh?"
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	"We're Spherenians... We cannot drunk much alcerhawl."
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	[b]I take another swig[/b] "Well if you want to be a wuss you can hide behind your medical reasons. [b]I laugh.[/b]
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	"They seem pritty legit... Look at meh..." *He stands up but then falls back into his chair which falls over backwards with him in it.*
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	[b]I laugh[/b] "Well I suppose you get a pass."
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	"Victoreh is mine..." *He continues lying on his back, looking up at the sky,*
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	[b]I just sit back and wait for him to get back up while nursing various alcohols.[/b]
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	*Sketch starts trying to climb back up on top of his overturned chair.*
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	[b]I prop it back up and place him upright on it.[/b] "You all right?"
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	"Nevar bettur..."
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	[b]I just keep on drinking. Just keepin on, keepin on.[/b]
 
										 
					 
		    