"…Er, Warp? You alright, buddy?"
"Yeah, I'm a'ight. I'm, I'm doin' grea'. Why?"
"Oh, it just looks to me like you're trying to run this bar out of business. What is that, your seventh Astro Blaster?"
"No! It'sh my…uh…one, two, three…."
"There's six empty glasses on the bar in front of you, plus the one half-full one in your hand, which makes seven. You do realize how much alcohol is in each of those drinks, right?"
"Sho? An' beshi'es, you got i' wrong. It's obioushy shix anna half. Git yer math righ'."
"Oi…six and a half, seven, either way it's obvious you've had enough for now. Just come on. I'll let you stay at my place for the night."
"..Hey, Ty?"
"Yes?"
"Anyone ever tell you how…how huggable you look?"
"…What?"
"Yeah…like, ya make someone jus' wanna come up an' hug ya. Like a teddy bear."
"…Yep, you've definitely had enough to drink. Now just follow me and try not to—ACK!"
"Heee~"
"Warp, cosmos forsake it, I am NOT a teddy bear! Put me down!"
"Ah, shaddup an' lemme cuddle ya."