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          “I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine. It’s the ethanol.”

          “I’m a terrible influence on ya. And no, baby, it wasn’t that good for me.” 

“That doesn’t hurt my feelin’s at all.”

          “Charlie, have you ever even gotten drunk before tonight?”

“No? Was that not good for you?”

          “Duh.”

           “If you don’t stop with the big words, I’m going to block something of yours. Permanently.”

“Does that mean my penis?”

          “I think the alcohol is having a reverse effect on me, Charles. I don’t– I’m not feeling very good. Or happy. Oh, god.” 

“Are you feeling depressed? Oh god, are your glutamate receptors blocked?”

          “And yet, you’re the exact same. It’s crazy.” 

          “Okay, brainiac, you should know this by now; I’m a dumb jock. Slow it down for me, s'il vous plaît.” 

“Too much ethanol in my system.”

          “I can’t believe we actually still had booze. Had. Yeah. I drank it all.” 

“I think too much dopamine is in my nucleus accumbens.”

Look at you bein’ all cute. What are ya plans for tonight, Charles? 

What are you doin'?