♞ three.
[Backdated to earlier this evening.]
[Guy remembers this stuff from his dream on Christmas Eve.]
Jimshing tea...no...wait. Thasht not right. Shtarted with uh G...uh...Ginshming pee...er...tea...TEA. Not pee. Pee pee! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! [He cackles uncontrollably.]
[What he doesn't remember from his dream is the tea having such an effect on him. Calming? Yes. Getting him smashed faster than the cheap wine at the Trip Inn? Not so much.
He catches his breath, and downs another cup of the bright yellow liquid.]
ERRRRRP. [He burps loudly.] Excush me. [He looks down at the empty cup, wobbling back and forth in his chair.] Needsh more. Oh yesh.
[He wheels himself over to a nearby counter in the kitchen, bumping into stools along the way. Grabbing the teapot, Guy pours himself another cup of tea, getting more on the countertop than he does in his cup. He turns himself around, and sips the hot tea happily. After a few drinks, he begins to realize that he doesn't feel so good, and tries to sit his cup down onto the counter; however, he misses. The cup falls to the floor, landing onto a rug in front of him.]
Oh fer cryin' out loud. [Guy mutters, leaning forward to pick it up. Unfortunately, he leans too far, and quickly loses his balance.]
WHUMP.
[Guy falls onto the rug, groaning as he makes contact with the ground. At first, he tries to push himself up, but after noticing how comfortable the rug is, he lays back down.]
Happy new year. [He mumbles sleepily, right before passing out.]
[Guy remembers this stuff from his dream on Christmas Eve.]
Jimshing tea...no...wait. Thasht not right. Shtarted with uh G...uh...Ginshming pee...er...tea...TEA. Not pee. Pee pee! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! [He cackles uncontrollably.]
[What he doesn't remember from his dream is the tea having such an effect on him. Calming? Yes. Getting him smashed faster than the cheap wine at the Trip Inn? Not so much.
He catches his breath, and downs another cup of the bright yellow liquid.]
ERRRRRP. [He burps loudly.] Excush me. [He looks down at the empty cup, wobbling back and forth in his chair.] Needsh more. Oh yesh.
[He wheels himself over to a nearby counter in the kitchen, bumping into stools along the way. Grabbing the teapot, Guy pours himself another cup of tea, getting more on the countertop than he does in his cup. He turns himself around, and sips the hot tea happily. After a few drinks, he begins to realize that he doesn't feel so good, and tries to sit his cup down onto the counter; however, he misses. The cup falls to the floor, landing onto a rug in front of him.]
Oh fer cryin' out loud. [Guy mutters, leaning forward to pick it up. Unfortunately, he leans too far, and quickly loses his balance.]
WHUMP.
[Guy falls onto the rug, groaning as he makes contact with the ground. At first, he tries to push himself up, but after noticing how comfortable the rug is, he lays back down.]
Happy new year. [He mumbles sleepily, right before passing out.]