Remember stuff:
What in the world was I doing earlier?
Apparently drinking yourself into a coma. It seems to have only partially worked.
Who am I?
Inspector Keri Chau, duh.
What organ is between my legs?
That happens to be a private matter between you, yourself, and... some shit. This works less well when you're talking to voices in your head.
Become aware of voices in your head.
You clearly became aware of these motherfuckers a sentence ago. Keep up, wouldja?
Make meowing noises.
This is the dumbest thing you've thought all week. Probably. You do it anyway, and feel ashamed.
Look for more booze.
Booze is the last thing you need right now, besides, there's nothing in the two bottles at your feet.
Music beats. Your head throbs. Life goes on, ignoring your pitiful existence in this pitiful apartment. Just a speck of dust in the big ol' black.Shut the fuck up Fred, nobody needs your stupid ass emo commentary. Everyone knows our head hurts you dipshit.Fuck you, I do what I want. Besides, you never know. Maybe some of us don't know whats going on.Who gives a shit, they can deal.Whatever, I'm gonna keep narrating.Hey, you know wha-If you assholes keep arguing I'm going to nail both your tongues to a post and skin you. Calm down.