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No, please, just give me a second … I remember it, at least I think I do … Dammit, someone turn out the lights. Oh, that’s the sun? Then could someone PLEASE TURN OFF THE SUN?
Gah. My head … Oh, you want to know what I did on Brewday?
Damned if I know. The last thing I remember was getting together with the drummer from the band after a few of their songs and …
Would you STOP MOVING SO FAST? I have enough trouble focusing … well, just sit still or something.
Anyway, so I wake up back in the Guild Hall with a few kegs, a mostly-empty stone stein, a cabbage with eyes and an evil grin that calls me “Mommy”, and a tattoo on my rear that says “Brell Was Here”. I wouldn’t even have noticed if it didn’t hurt so damn much.
Anyway. I’m just gonna go back to bed for a week and then see a sage about getting that damn tattoo removed.
And if the sage so much as snickers, he’s dead. DEAD.