Flint has dranken a countless number of gallons of drink in his poor pitiful exsitstance an handled it with ease but he never mixed drink an emotions together like he is right now so he stands up with a studder in his step about black out drunk from half of a flask of that special rum
Guys, I have lived my exsistance drunk an just a waning for another battle...Hell I left me kid for the flask
I have always been a piece of shit but now...
But now I have something to fight for
Every bloody bastar' in this bar
I l-love you all
Especially ---
Flint collapses to the floor only to wake up a few minutes later
Wh-what happened?