Anonabro: When you go galavanting around in your
Anonabro: MATERIAL FORM
Anonabro: what do you do?
The One: Hmmm? Oh, that.
The One: It goes a little something like
The One: THIS...
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The One: This is
The One: A REALLY CRAPPY BAR.
Bar Keep: What can I get'cha, miss?
The One: Nothing,
The One: YET.
Slightly Sauced Patron: 'ey t'ere sugar! C'mon over 'ere!
The One: ...
Slightly Sauced Patron: My my, w'a' a delicious lil' number you are! Care f'r a drink?
Slightly Sauced Patron: On me, 'course.
The One: ... ... ...
The One: Do you really believe that you can
The One: LOWER MY GUARD
The One: for your perverse antics?
Slightly Sauced Patron: Please--! You wound me wit' such 'urtful words! I assure you, nothin' o' t' sort crossed my mind.
The One: I see. Then it is the
The One: OTHER ONE.
The One: Feeling grateful and indebitted to you, you believe I will
The One: BE MORE OPEN TO SOLICITIOUS ACTS
The One: rather in your favour... presumably to fulfill
The One: DESIRES.
Slightly Sauced Patron: Actually, in all 'onesty I 'ave no idea w'a' you just said, but 'kay. If t'is's w'a' it takes to 'ave you enjoy refres'ments wit' us.
The One: ALRIGHT BOY.
Slightly Sauced Patron: Cool! Bar keep--
The One: THERE IS BUT ONE CONDITION.
Slightly Sauced Patron: ...?
The One: I will do
The One: WHATEVER YOU WISH
The One: on this one night--if you
The One: CAN DRINK ME UNDER THE TABLE.
Slightly Sauced Patron: Pffft. 'Kay, don' complain w'en y' lose.
Slightly Sauced Patron: ^_~
10 MINUTES LATER...
Slightly Sauced Patron: ... ... ... ...
The One: YOU DONE YET, SON?
Slightly Sauced Patron: Hhheeeuurrgghhh...
Bar Keep: Woah, who'd'a thought such a pretty lil' chick could stomach that much alcohol and STILL not be even showin' that's she's the TINIEST bit drunk?
The One: Hmph. Where I'm from this is no more than
The One: DRINKING PISS
The One: or weakly flavoured water.
Bar Keep: =.="
Bar Keep: Ah -- Crap! Someone call the paramedics, quick!
The One: FOOLS,
The One: all of them. I'll leave before this taste becomes bitter.
The One: What I wouldn't do for a shot of ambrose...
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The One: ... and that's what happens when I
The One: ASSUME A MATERIAL FORM.
Anonabro: ... ... ... ...
Anonabro: Uh...
The One: This might be a little off topic, but I also
The One: RILE UP EMOTIONS.
The One: Ever since being exiled I've been
The One: ABLE TO TASTE EMOTIONS.
The One: But that's another story involving
The One: THAT EMOTIONAL PRICK.
Anonabro: ... ... ... ...
Anonabro: ... ... Sorry I asked...
The One: You're welcome.
