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"I, *hicc* for one, *hicc* can't sleep unless I've, *hicc* been properly marinated!" He nodded, for no apparent reason, as if he had imparted some sort of divine wisdom. Velera chuckled at the sighed of intoxicated Fishy.

"Tiny robots, *hicc* in my bloodstream, *hicc* keep my blood alcohol content, *hicc* in a suitable range. *Hicc* They make it hard to, *Hicc* yanno.... *hicc* get drunk." Chuckling stopped abruptly, she glared at him with curiosity, a small hint has been given, by chance, one that she won’t forget.

“I see, well, let’s close…”