because I'm bored.
Bernard was in serious need of alcohol. Mainly because he'd been lying around, doing nothing but drinking for the past few weeks, and eventually, that supply had to run out. There was a brief moment when he considered making his own, but he remembered the faffing and confusion in making it last time. Nah. He'd just sell his soul. He scribbled on the noticeboard:
Wanted! ALCOHOL.
I am willing to do anything (and yes, I do mean anything) for a bottle or two of drink.
Meanwhile, I am going to go and stoically ride a rollercoaster. Because I'm past the point of enjoying them. Find me being incredibly sober on Big Thunder Mountain. I reserve every right to bite your head off, unless you have alcohol.
Bernard Black
Wanted! ALCOHOL.
I am willing to do anything (and yes, I do mean anything) for a bottle or two of drink.
Meanwhile, I am going to go and stoically ride a rollercoaster. Because I'm past the point of enjoying them. Find me being incredibly sober on Big Thunder Mountain. I reserve every right to bite your head off, unless you have alcohol.
Bernard Black