"You should RUN! You don't know how to handle a gun, you fool! What are you doing out here? The ghosts could be surrounding you! Right now! Grab the pistol if you want to own up to some long-lost testosterone but go back!"
Hey...keep, I think...you need to check the air filtering in this room...this is like, what? The fourth time I've fallen asleep randomly? And look! Now I got pressure marks from my face on the floorboards...*sigh* You're going to lose customers this way. But anywayyyyys....how bout some ale?
*wakes up once again* These drinks...put ya right to sleep don't they? Well...wait, where'd my toes go?! *takes off shoes and counts toes* Yep! All there all...hey wait, that's my sock. *looks around* Who is you people? And what are you doing in my...what was it again...oh yes!, Reality #3?
*knocks head against glass...against floor* Owwww!!!!....head...ache...sssssshhhh
*loses conciousness for a few moments*
*reawakes* *once drunk sometimes falls into habit of using a terrible Sean Connery accent* What'd yer do that for? I wash in my happy placshe and then yous gon un' ruined it! If there wasn't so many of yous, I'd learn you one good!
*wakes up from sound off gloves smacking off glass*
Heyy...what's going onnaahahahhhghh!!! *screams as boxing glove punches the glass in front of him...this is before he realizes he is somehow perfectly safe in the glass of the cup*
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