“Mornin’ neighbor-man.”
“...hey...”
“Still playing Quake III: Annihilation Online? I thought you were going to catch some z’s hours ago.”
“...was...”
“Fuck dude. Kill the game.”
“...later...”
“You eaten anything?”
“...those...”
“A bag of chocolate covered almonds? Oh man...what’s in the bottle?”
“...here...”
<glug glug Phhfftttt> “Holy shit! What the hell is this?”
“...gin, Jolt, tabasco ...”
“Jesus fucking Christ it’s horrible!”
“...need it to keep fragging bastards...”
“No, you need to go home and get your drunk, skunky ass off my couch.”
<retch> “...unh...sorry dude...”
“Asshole! You booted on my couch!”
“...zzz...”
“Nice…”
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