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And then it happens...
I won't get into what "it" was, but Dana (center - smug, disabling)
ruins...everything.... |
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Too late
I'm a gonner |
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The entire bar turns into a spinning inflatable bouncy room version of
the Titanic |
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Screw this, I think....I'm making it till dawn. I don't care if just turned
into a broken Weeble and all of the people I love are smearing into gooey
right angled streams, I'm gonna get this trapezoid shaped woman a vodka
and cranberry |
help... |
I vomit twice out the back of the bar |
Feeling perfectly fine now we return to fixing drinks |
Ah hell... |
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I'm fine....I'm fine...
Just keep standing
Standing = Winning
i'm a winner....i'm a winner... |
gaaawrrr... |
I never made a will did I? |
Mother? Mother, is that you...? |
No...it's just Bea Arthur
She's whispering something to me.
"Kevin...Go to bed."
Bea Arthur wants to take me to bed?
I decide to recite the Preamble to the Constitution |
"We the people... in order to form a more perfect union..." |
"...establish justice, insure domestic tranquility...
fuckyoudana...
provide for the common defense..." |
It's not working
The countdown has already started and nothing, not Bea Arthur nor the
guarantees of my consitutional liberty are going to change a damn thing.
Ok, big finish then... |
"...promote
the general welfare, a-and
secure the blessings of
liberty
to ourselves
and our posterity,
do ordain! and establish!!
this Con-sti-tu-tion.." |
"for...
the United States of - "
"KEVIN!"
"Yes, Bea?"
"GO...TO...BED...!" |
and...
[scene] |
Isa leads me back to my interdimentional tent and I pass out for an hour
or two
She takes my camera and keeps shooting till I get back up |