There truly was no better solution to waking Keebler up than dousing him in alcohol. It was like a reminder aimed at his subconscious that it existed and was currently the only thing keeping him alive. He awoke in a mess of sputtering and grumbling, greedily licking his lips to take as much of it in as possible before his mind could even start forming coherent sentences again. It was a shame AA meetings didn´t exist in this world, as Keebler´s liver had reached the point where it could probably kill a dragon if one decided to eat him.

[color=#ff9966]"Hngh... I´m alive... this ain´t hell?"[/color] mumbled Keebler. He wiped his face with his hands, realized what he was doing, and then proceeded to lick them. [color=#ff9966]"That sure knocked me out for a wink, this body ain´t what it used to be."[/color] 

He stood up and wobbled back towards his original seat. With luck, the other gnomes would simply not realize that he had failed in his attempt to show off. In his mind, this was a valid and intelligent strategy, and he even let out a self-congratulatory smirk. [color=#ff9966][i]It ain´t easy bein´ the brains of this operation,[/i][/color] he thought.