We lost one guy to alcohol tonight. He was probably swapping sweat with Frankenstein's wife. They deserve each other after sprinkling us with spit every time he opens his mouth, although I'm still a bit worried where he is and how he's doing. Probably happier than my current disposition, I suppose. Lucky bastard. Cheeky, but lucky.

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