[Mother of Mew...so that was it. Gods, if there's one way to get plastered real fast, it's taking shots of hard liquor without reservations. Poor Mickey, there's little left Guzma can do to help you other than steer you away from anymore drinks and drag your sorry backside to bed once the dizziness because unconsciousness.
...Wait what. Oh my god. Oh my god.]
Pffft--! [Guzma snorts, then throws his head back and erupts with laughter, smacking his knees as he doubles over with his head between his legs. Wow...wow.] DANG, MAN, DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU!
[Wheezing, Guzma clears his throat and fingerguns at his little friend, a villainous grin on his face.] Get it, homie.
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...Wait what. Oh my god. Oh my god.]
Pffft--! [Guzma snorts, then throws his head back and erupts with laughter, smacking his knees as he doubles over with his head between his legs. Wow...wow.] DANG, MAN, DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU!
[Wheezing, Guzma clears his throat and fingerguns at his little friend, a villainous grin on his face.] Get it, homie.