(Holding a bottle of whiskey with his top few buttons undone and half his shirt hanging out)
Yosh lots shuck! *hic* I shay kill 'em all and let god decide!
(Vomits behind the chair and passes out. Well, there's always one right?)
Yosh lots shuck! *hic* I shay kill 'em all and let god decide!
(Vomits behind the chair and passes out. Well, there's always one right?)