Dragon Age Guy
Hawke, Varric, Anders and Fenris sat in the livingroom, each of them holding a bottle of epicac. "Ok guys," Hawke said. "I got eight crates of epicac on my tab at the store. Now whoever can drink it and go the longest without puking gets the last piece of pie in the larder." "Ok." Varric said. "Sounds like fun." Anders added. "Well, if i must..." Fenris glumly replied. And with that, all four of them drank the entire bottle they were each holding. After downing their bottles, they waited. "How's everybody doing?" Hawke asked. "Good. Good so far." Varric said. "Alright. Alright." Hawke replied. "Nothing yet." Fenris added. "Cool, cool. I, uh, I don't know if you guys had any of that pie yet, but that is some tasty stuff. It's from the bakesale that Merrill BLLLLLEEEEEEHHHHHHH!" Hawke said before falling to his knees clutching his gut. "Well that's one down. I know someone who won't be having any BLAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Fenris vomited. "I'm starting to feel funny." Anders said as he held his stomache." "Well I feel fine. I guess I'm gonna be BLEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Varric spewed. Anders stood up, waving his arms victoriously. "Oh boy, I win! That means I get to eat HHHHUUUEEEEAAAGGHHH!" he upchucked. Fenris then vomited again."Oh Maker! Why didn't anybody tell me... BLEEEGGGHHH!" Hawke crawled on his knees, still clutching his gut. "Maker's breath, my insides are on fiBLLLLEEEEEGH!" Fenris tried to push himself upright. "Oh please, no more! No BLEEEEEEGH!" "Hawke, I'm scared. BLAAGH!" Anders collapsed on the floor. Varric pointed across the room. "In my pack! Get a health poBLAAAAAAAGGGGH!" Hawke backed away from the puddle of vomit he left. "Merrill! Merrill, Merrill get in here! BLEEEEGGHH!" Varric sat up from leaning over the couch arm. "Ok. I think it's all gone." he said calmly. "I think it's BLEEEGH!" Fenris sat on the couch crying, rocking himself back and forth. "I don't wanna... I don't wanna BLLLEEEEEEEGH!" Varric stood on the couch, his hair hanging in his face and his back to Hawke. "Hawke, I need you to hold my hair back BLEEEEGH!" Hawke held Varric's hair back before he threw up into Varric's hair, right before Varric tossed more cookies. Hawke fell on his ass and Varric landed on his knees, still on the couch. The four men groaned painfully and held their stomachs. Suddenly Merrill walked in the room with a pot. "Who wants chowder?" she asked before witnessing the four guys puke at the same time.