(`groans at the prod, looking up slightly to glare at you) I think my inability to get laid is the least of my sorrows right now. And thank you. (`rolls over and quietly drinks)
[/he gives up a wide grin] If nothing else, your inability to get laid concerns me greatly. Anytime. Though I start charging after the first bottle. [/forms a short vine of strawberries that he eats from] So what’s with the sudden urge to get bombed?







