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Hearing the words ‘<span class="mu-i">Volka, Give, and Drink</span>’ sets TT off like a dog hearing the word ‘<span class="mu-i">BATH</span>’! Now that you think about it, though, your dog Bibi actually really enjoyed the water-
“<span class="mu-s">DON’T LET HER GET AWAY, ROOK!</span>”
Figures this would happen <span class="mu-i">right</span> when you remember you had a <span class="mu-i">dog!</span> Putting the thought on hold, you focus your energy towards corralling the wasted warbler, but fail to grab her as she scampers away between your legs! Fortunately in her drunken stupor TT doesn’t seem to recall how doors work, so when she makes it to the exit she doesn’t really push or pull so much as she just crashes into it like a car during a crash test!
You’ll give her one thing, though–the Durher is spry! By the time you and Volka arrive to catch her, Tzah-Tzie is already bounding past both of you with the energy of a coked-up macaque! You reach to snatch her up by her tail, but it slips out of your reach, not that you could see how close you are!
As the rest of the bar patrons either ignore you or listen with mild interest, you see your chance when your plastered pursuee goes up against the woman who’s made a living dealing with drunks! Snapping a dish rag taut between her claws, Ma lashes her makeshift whip at the Durher just as she leaps for what you assume is the bottle rack!
A shrill yowl tells you all you need to know, and with the skill of a veteran ranch hand the bartenderess yanks the snared Spinner towards you and Volka! Snatching the girl mid-flight like kids on a fishing trip, you exchange a curt nod with your Skog pal and put <span class="mu-i">OPERATION: INEBRIATION</span> into play!
Taking the rag from your bar mom, You pin TT to the floor and cover her face with the cloth, the loquacious lush scratching and biting like a cat at the vet! Wait, why are <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> doing this!?
Too late now! While your favorite Spinner lays into you like a new scratching post, Volka skids to a halt at your side with what sounds like multiple tankards of Mulla Juice!
At least you <span class="mu-i">hope</span> so… Man, imagine if it was more booze! Booze or not, Tzah-Tzie’s tune changes dramatically when Volka starts pouring the drinks onto the rag! Say, you mutter as the Durher coughs and writhes with each drop on her face, is she sure there isn’t, like, a better way to do this?
“There’s <span class="mu-i">other</span> ways?”
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