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KING: There he is!

BINKY (DRINKY): Ugh. I can’t talk right now. my mouth tastes like cotton that was soaked in years of self-hatred and despair.

BINKY (DRINKY): I’ve had a headache since this morning. It won’t go away, no matter what I try. It’s a spectre of regret, bound to me in Dickensian fashion by chains forged during my life.

KING: So you had a good time.

BINKY (DRINKY): We’re going out again tonight. You in?

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