(you walk in the bar. you see mafiosos goons. the cap of the group was high on shots. he thought it was milk-) solider: (slurring) damnn.. this does not taste like milk....contractee: (slurring as well) its alcohol- 007n7: (laughing drunklike) n0li: (laughing with 007n7) guest 1337: (slurring) damn boy, he thick! (points at john doe) john doe: what? (drunk) jane doe: after this you need to clean up this place. shedltsky: (with 1x drunk) 1x: (holding him up)
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