🍷🍷 Sorry, but this is too good :D

Send 🍷 for my muse to drink a shot.

“ONLY TWO!” the Master howls. 

And then he makes an indescribable face, licking his lips without any coordination to speak of, this terror of the cosmos, this god of death, this ingenious beast.

This idiot. 

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       “Whass in it for me? Is’t exotic?  Will it make me grow even MORE
        grey matter?” 

He tosses back both gingered shots, and throws up a hand in a gesture of victory.  

Before tilting, like a bowling pin, all the way to the left, and crashing onto his side. 

      “RUDE,” he slurs indignantly, from where he lies.