Asleep I dreamed, and in that dream, did fall.

A endless pit of nothingness, terminating in gaping maw full of gnashing teeth, and from this maw a terrible groan filled the air...

Ooh, my head doth ache, my head doth ache. Melancholy and ill humours doth suffuse my being, from the marrow to--

[The sound of a bottle opening.]

Drink! Drink and be merry!

If life be rough with you, be rough with life! If 'tis true that the one known as Razer hath fallen, then say I we congregate and speak of his passing and celebrate the quickness of our limbs.

Drink, fine spirits and company to lighten the lead of our souls!