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He heard Gus' voice and stopped. He stood up, but almost fell onto his butt. Luckily he had the keg to keep himself up. His eye sight was blurry and the room was spinning. He felt like you was going to barf up all the beer up again. "Why- *why don't do not bother anyone butts." he said in a drunken state. He try to throw a punch at him. Not only was it weak, but he missed. Laying now on the ground. Groaning and sobbing. Curling up to a ball. "Sean...Sean...Sean..." he moaned in sickness.
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