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*Morris layed out his Vodka collection proudly and took another shot, his 8th. He had invited some friends over, and was eating fast, his objective still set in mind. He tried to think about the crew and the sergeant. And that woman.

"Ya know shwhat! I bet's that womanses got 'ershelf a b unch aliens on her handsh. What happensh if she drugsh the ssshhhharrrrrggggeee. I might need to, hee hee, shafe him from the evil mommy-hiccup-bugsh.!", his slurred and druken voice rang out.*