Blood spurting from his nose, Hacker rolls to a stop. Using a nearby table leg for support, he drags himself to his feet, starts to walk towards the door, and vomits again.
"You wouldn't forget your biggest fan, would you?"
"No, I--"
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
It's amazing how much stomach capacity a gnome possesses...
"No, I--"
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Interesting fact: The largest organ in a gnome's body is the liver.
You think you can see pieces of it now...
"No, I--"
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Hacker tries to speak again.
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
He takes a breath.
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
He falls to his knees.
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
The puddle of vomit extends all the way from the wall to the bar. (Technically, only a small portion of it is chemically equivalent to vomit. The rest is pure, undigested alcohol. Curiously enough, it smells a lot like what you're drinking at the moment.)
Hacker lies on his side in the pool. Twitching.
"*****," he groans,
"I'm sober again."
The poodle--being a dog--obliges itself to the new buffet on the floor.
Hacker looks up at Kathalia and gives her an insincere smile.
"No, I'd never forget you, sweetheart."
"No matter how much I drink to drive away the memory."
"Just as a matter of...uh...curiousity: How did you happen to find me this time?"