Hatless Man: Drink Ink of Squid Pro Quo.

The man is delighted that the hootenanny continues into the night with all these new faces on top of this peculiar flat surface, whatever it is. He slurs drunken tidings of merriment to this effect, remarking how he's "jush so happy to shee all these wunnerful pee(hic)pull..."

He readies his bottle for a celebratory swig.

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