[ Magnus drops an oyster into each glass of tequila. It goes plop. It looks revolting, like a giant snorted into a clear glass for their digestion, ostensibly for entertainment or because he's just got some really weird kinks. It's not a good scene.
He grimaces. ]
Our funeral. Deffos are funeral. [ Well, he can't back down now, even though he's pre-emptively regretting everything he's ever done in his entire life that led him down this path. ] Bottoms-up!
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[ Magnus drops an oyster into each glass of tequila. It goes plop. It looks revolting, like a giant snorted into a clear glass for their digestion, ostensibly for entertainment or because he's just got some really weird kinks. It's not a good scene.
He grimaces. ]
Our funeral. Deffos are funeral. [ Well, he can't back down now, even though he's pre-emptively regretting everything he's ever done in his entire life that led him down this path. ] Bottoms-up!