>>5939928>>5939930>>5939933>>5939940You ask him why he's even drinking in the first place.
"Because... this world... is SOOOO wonderful... and now... I can finally see... that..."
He passes out. You put him in a more comfortable position and summon his Cheribum to watch over him. This is a bit worrying to you. It's always something with these kids...
You decide to go see Hate next.
As you are about to enter the room you remember Hate being in, one of Big G's guards stops you for a moment.
"Hey, Existence, right?" He asks, "Is that your kid in there?"
You peak into the room and see Chaos standing on some kind of stage, angrily ranting to some kind of crowd.
You nod.
"He's been ranting and raving about alcohol limitations or something for the past half-hour. Could you talk to him?"
You nod, and the guard leaves. You walk into the room to see what's going on.
Chaos stands in front of a large crowd, the expression on said crowd's faces being a mix of confusion and maybe a hint of adoration.
"LISTEN, PEOPLE. I'VE NEVER HAD TO DEAL WITH THESE GREEN FEDERATION FUCKERS BEFORE, BUT I'VE HEARD ENOUGH TO KNOW THIS IS FUCKED UP. ARE YOU TELLING ME IN THIS LABYRINTH OF HEDONISM, SIN, AND ALL-AROUND DEGENERACY (ALL OF WHICH IS FINE BY ME), MORTALS ARE STILL TREATED LIKE SECOND-CLASS CITIZENS? TWO BOTTLES TWO DOSES MY ASS. EITHER THERE'S NO LIMIT, OR WE'RE ALL LIMITED. IT'S NOT LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY HEALTHY FOR IMMORTALS EITHER. BUT NOOO, WE *NEED* TO WORRY ABOUT THE MORTALS! WE DEFINITELY AREN'T JUST LIMITING THEM BECAUSE WE SEE THEM AS BELOW US! COME ONE! RISE UP AGAINST THIS! THIS FUCKING SUCKS!"
>Talk>Attack>Praise>Reprimand>Back to elevator>Do something else 