Benjamin Ya

Zeb Ya

Script

Ben: *takes the next mug though he can hardly see the mug straight* I... can... do...

Zeb: *showing it, too... looking a little woozy* This stuff c...can.. kill you.

Ben: *hands shaking, lifts the next mug anyhow* I'll... shhhhooww.... yewww...

Zeb: *growls* I.. will.. not.. be beaten.. by a big... baaaaby! *drinks it*

Ben: *drinks, too, starting to visibly waver right there in his seat, spots appearing along his neck and on his cheeks*

Zeb: *puts his hand up* F....fou... r... *tips into Ben*

Ben: *slumping forward with a little -hurk-* Yew... cannont... coount...

Zeb: You doooorq... get your f--face... out of my... drink! *starts to fight with Ben for the mug*

Ben: Noooh.... *slumps against Zeb and suddenly REALLY hurks* ERMPH! Siii...ck.... uhhhpp....!