“Hmm. Give me a moment.” Pylia took out her herbalism kit and worked on something for Shortfang as he climbed onto Buddy. “Ya know Buddy, Shortfang been thinking... What if Shortfang make like, chair, sit on Buddy. Shoot bad guys on Buddy. Pew pew kachow! Unstoppable!” He says in a drunken ramble as Pylia went up to Shortfang and splashed something on his face, which made him cough and gag. “That ought to sober him up. The sudden hangover will be terrible but I have something for that too.”

And sure enough Shortfang fell off Buddy as he suddenly got sober, staggering around clutching his head. Pylia fed him something yellow and murky, and he immediately went to the water closet to vomit. “That’s normal. And let that be a warning to you, Sylvia, that I won’t hesitate to make you drink that stuff if you go overboard. It’s fine if you want to Sri k but let’s drink responsibly, okay?” Soon Shortfang came out of the water closet still tired and dizzy, but fully lucid now. “Ugh... What happen?”