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[Crimson Fox]

Crimson: Hmmm, maybe you can drink LAVIYH away. *pushes into the room a table stacked with 390 varieties of alcohol*

[Kurtz]

LAVIYH: He's not helping.
Kurtz: That's why he's a good mate. *picks up nearest bottle of Bacardi and starts drinking.

Steven: Think he's drunk yet?
Lurea: No... no way, he'd need about 391 bottles of Bacardi just to get drunk.

[Crimson Fox]

Crimson: Then you should drink this concentrated Barcardi, it's like drinking 392 at once. *passes it to Kurtz* Have fun!

[Kurtz]

Kurtz: *starts drinking and immediately topples over the table* This stuhf ish strohng... *hic*
Lurea: See? *looks at Steven* But the only problem is, you dunno what he does while drunk.
Kurtz: Cuhm here yeh. *pounces on Lurea*
Steven: *eye twitches* This is like the 393rd time he's got drunk and you've repectively ALLOWED him to pounce on you.
Lurea: *smiles* Yep.

[Crimson Fox]

Crimson: Hey, that looks like a good idea. *drinks one of the super potent Barcardi and gets very drunk in 394 milliseconds*

*stumbles over to Renamon* Heh, heya Rena, how's about givin' me's a gift, huh?

*leans in for her chest and is slapped across the face*

Renamon: Ewww, drunken perv! *strangles Crimson*

Crimson: I like's me a woman that's rough about the edges, yep. *hiccups while Renamon chokes him*

[Kurtz]

Steven: Just remind me that him being drunk is a good thing.
Lurea: *giggles* Of course... it makes him that tiny bit dumber. Think what would happen if he never got drunk those..395 times. Ever.
Steven: *thinks* Nope, can't think of anything.
Lurea: *sighs* Neither can I.
Kurtz: *hic* Hey, ahre youse gohing teh do sumting or not? *hic*
Lurea: *blushes* Move your bloody hands away from my breasts or you sir will be going down the hospital with a hammer in your head.
Kurtz: *hic* Shay what now?
Steven: This is gunna get ugly...

[Crimson Fox]

Crimson: *hears Kurtz get hit by a hammer 396 times* Ow, theh relly sucks. *hiccups from drunkness* Nows then mah Rena, how's bout a pheel.

*gropes one of her breasts*

Renamon: Why won't you perverts die?! *strangles the drunken Crimson even harder*

[Kurtz]

Lurea: I said get your hands away from my breasts! *swings her hand down again to try and make a 397th hit but is stopped by Kurtz who grabs her wrist*
Kurtz: *hic* I thught you lihked meh duing taht.
Lurea: *growls* Not when you're drunk, godamnit!
Steven: *whispers to Lurea* You know, you could take advantage of him...
Lurea: *looks at Steven* But that'd be sick on him!
Steven: *grins* Who cares? He won't remember a thing afterwards...

[Crimson Fox]

Crimson: *hears 398 wet noises behind him before he turns back to Renamon*

*hic* Nowa, why can'th wea be like thet?

Renamon: Because you're drunk and perverted! *drops Crimson to the floor*

Crimson: Oi, thet's alla. Cume on, giff meh a chunce.

Renamon: *storms off after flipping off Crimson*

Crimson: *hic* Huh, does Rena evin hava a meddle finger? *becomes unconscious*

[Kurtz]

--In Kurtz's Mind--
LAVIYH: *thinks* And sometimes, I'm just dying to get my hands around that guy's neck and kill him. *falls over and lands head-first onto the silver platform*

--Normal Life--

Steven: 399 days to go before the big party.
Lurea: *moans* What... big... *moans again* party?
Steven: You think I know? I just thought that up.
Lurea: *moans* Think... of an excuse... of why Kyo... *yelps* was drunk!
Steven: On it. *starts thinking*