"Yes... So what?"

"Yes... So what?"

Yeah. So what. You should be drunk too. Or, like, drunker. You don't want to die sober do you?

"Nothing. It's okay."

"Didn't sound like nothing." He wipes the sweat from his brow. "Sounded like you were about to break into a sermon. Was that it?"

He must be tweaked off too. With something other than alcohol. They always are...

"Enough already! What is this?!" The woman's voice is furious. "We didn't come here to fucking chat!"

"Interrupt me again and I will execute you on the spot, lance-corporal." The outburst is accompanied by yellowish saliva around his mouth.

Now! You got them both off-piste! He's foaming mad at her...

"Al Gul is a trick the desert pygmees played on us. Do not succumb to it!"

"Stupid shit..." He wipes the sweat from his brow. "I know what you're doing, you fuck. It's not gonna work. I'm clear as day."

I don't need a drink right now for god's sake. Look at this! I'm in a fight!

Exactly. This is so horrible! People are gonna die whatever you do -- it will be all your fault. Only a drink will soothe this. Keep thinking about the drink!

Shut up! Let him think, too much is on the line, he's not gonna fuck it up because of you. I won't let you.

"I'm drunk too. Let's dance, baby."

"All right." He wipes the sweat from his brow. "Let's do this. Smear your shit all over this fucking dung field..."

That didn't work at all, he's more focused now.

"Your judgement is impaired. You'll regret this."

"Nah..." He wipes the sweat from his brow. "I'm clear as day. Fucking government ordained super-soldier..."

I don't need a drink right now, for god's sake, the gardener just got shot!

Fucking horrible... A girl got shot?! Because of you?! Only warm alcohol will help soothe the guilt!

Yeah. So what? You should be drunk too. It's insane how long it's been since your last drink. Get one in you RIGHT NOW.