[065] MORE SNAKE FACTS. // Video

[stopthat_destro]

[And retroactively locked from Wichita to prevent moooore weirdness]["Wichita's" fiddling with the communicator for a moment, then sets it on the desk and backs up. He's swaying and has what looks like a nearly-empty bottle of wine dangling in his hand, which is a pretty horrible idea, since he's recently deceased, OH WELL. Ana's just lounging on

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[stopthat_destro]

[STUMBLING OVER TO THE DOOR. Then he opens it with a flourish and insane drunk grin.]

James! My books! Give me.

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[stopthat_destro]

...sharing a-- a... small glass of wine with my sister?

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[stopthat_destro]

[He sloooowly reveals the bottle he was holding behind his back and gives Destro the sort of sheepish look you'd give a parent when caught doing wrong.] See? A... glass...

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[stopthat_destro]

Made out of glass. [Tap tap] See?

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[stopthat_destro]

[ARGH, where's that remote-- oh yeah, Destro took it. He tries to fix him with a defiant stare, since he has no remote to zap Destro with, but after a few moments, he starts laughing. THE LIGHT IS JUST REFLECTING ON DESTRO'S HEAD IN A TOTALLY AMAZING WAY.]

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[stopthat_destro]

[This struggle takes about two seconds. DESTRO WINS, as Rex falls on his ass.] Ow!

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[no_nanomites]

[Hey, Ana is pretty drunk on the bed, nearly passed out, but she blinks when she hears the shouting. Quickly she gets up and the world promptly tilts to one side of the room. Well, that was unexpected. Despite appearances to the contrary, Ana is not a drinker by any stretch of the imagination; she hates the loss of control too much.]

Why are we shouting? Can we stop shouting?

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[stopthat_destro]

[Rex shrugs from the floor.]

Well, there were three bottles...

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[no_nanomites]

No I'm not! [She said quickly, and more than a little bit like a teenager. A beat.]

Okay, a little bit.

[And then she backed up Rex's story.]

There were three bottles, and he almost died.