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Mrs. Pickles looked up. "Hey, a dragon. Wow. Not as cool as a crab monster. Actually, about the same. Eh, I don't know." Mrs. Pickles lurched forwards, almost lost his balance, and then supported himself with a building. Then he saw Grey Ghost. 

"Wait? A robot? What's going on?" Mrs. Pickles saw Collider and Bomber running around near Gastro's feet, and the monster roaring out in pain. "Is the monster hurt? Is the dragon fighting it? Uh, better help out..."

He walked towards Erika and made an attempt to gently push her out of the way, but he made a mistake and just kind of messed up her hair a bit. "Step aside, citizen! I've got this under control," Mrs. Pickles said with as his alcohol scented breath filled the air, and then he chuckled as if he'd just made some kind of excellent joke. Mrs. Pickles turned around. "You get back up," said Mrs. Pickles in slurred speech to Grey Ghost, "like I need it though, am I right? Just killed that crab monster thing. Wowee! Now that's a story..." Mrs. Pickles burped and aimed his gun at the dragon. 

Now, if Mrs. Pickles had been sober, he probably couldn't of made the shot. But when he was drunk? Well, he didn't even have half of a chance. In fact, the shots that Mrs. Pickles fired were so off, that all of them went straight towards Gastro's head. After firing the volley of shots, Mrs. Pickles began to laugh and then collapsed- not from being drunk, but from loss of blood in the arm that had been cut open.