[Okay, that's-- He can do this. He can. And it may be with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, but he manages to stiffly shuffle to the edge of the tub, whereupon he collapses -- almost on top of the empty liquor bottles -- to the floor beside Adrian. His head may have smacked the floor. It's hard to tell if that hollow thud is his skull or his pride.]
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I blame my head trauma solely on your legs.