"Rev. Gonzo," Phil said. "Too much body-drunk hurts my... my hand, liver... spirit." Phil makes a half clawing motion to his face much the same as an alien trying to slurp out brains.
"At least you still have vicissitude."
"Dear god my hand is a monster." Unsteady, Phil turns away from his clawing hand to me. His eyes grow wide, "Missing who
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I mean. the universe meant you to get drunk. yes it did.
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