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{100}{}{You see a bleary-eyed mutant.} {101}{}{You see Elmo, the drunken mutant.} {102}{}{You see a bleary-eyed mutant who appears to have difficulty focusing on you.} {103}{}{Oh, my aching head.} {104}{}{Why do I always wake up in jail?} {105}{}{Someone stop the room spinning...} {106}{}{I think I'm gonna puke.} {107}{}{Porcelain goddess, hear my cry! Ooh, my head...} {108}{}{Shhhhhh! Please! Shhhhh!} {109}{}{Does someone have my shades?} {110}{}{Marcus must be pissed that I keep gettin' drunk like this.} {111}{}{Y'got any booze? Hair o' the dog and all that.} {112}{}{Man, I'm thirsty.} {113}{}{Geez...one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer, and suddenly I'm in jail.} {114}{}{Don't show me food... don't show me food...} {115}{}{...don't go in the corner... I puked there.} {116}{}{Man...another night in the drunk tank.} {117}{}{Wanna fight? I'm kinda wasted.} {118}{}{::weave:: ::stagger::} {119}{}{I love you, stranger!}