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You smirk at the imaginary camera in your head, you’re like fleabag dude you’re like fleabag.
“Fuhuhuhu a little liquor? Okay. But if you must know..I’ve certainly had my fair share of experience with..”
You pause for dramatic effect
“IPAs. So I know what I’m all about okay but..WHEN IN ROME I SUPPOSE.”
you down the entire bottle, the Slavs continue to Balkan about. UGUGUGUGUGU and whatnot
You feel great. You put your hands on your not feminine hips and grin bigly “see? That’s baby shit now let’s talk about your silly little langua-“
Oh. Oh no.
Oh mein gott
RAAAAAAAAA
The vodka hits your entrails with the force of a thousand Arabic heavyweights. What have you done to yourself. You fucking idiot.
The next forty eight hours are on par with those of long term radiation sufferers. You writhe and vomit for time immemorial. Once your episode ends, next Tuesday, you find that the Slavs have scurried away. They have left you tokens of gratitude though for your foolhardy act.
A book full of runes, canned milk, a plane ticket to some strange goblin land and a coupon for the local potion shop. Curious. Where to?
>write in
>drink more. Go to the shop.
>look at the rune book
>drink the milk
>go to the goblin land
