"More WINE!" Frieza yelled at Zarbon, who was standing next to him holding a wine bottle.

"Sorry, no more wine, Marster Frueza." Zarbon answered in his thick Aussie accent.

"Well, go get some, then. It can't be too hard for your pitiful brain to cope with." Frieza answered, glaring drunkenly at his right hand alien.

Zarbon bowed and strode out the door, then strode back in again. "Marster Frueza, the pitiful beings on this planet have no wine."

Frieza glared at him again. "Well, we'll just have to destroy it, then. Lift off!" He staggered uncertainly over to the window and watched the ground fall away as the space ship lifted off. He flopped into his hover chair, and steered it badly, eventually reaching the door, which was five metres away in a straight line. Once he had got out of the door, he swerved along the passageways, yelling at anyone else in the corridors "Out of my way, fools! Don't you know that I am Frieza?! Out of the way!" When he finally got outside, he unsteadily made a huge ki blast, then accidentally shot it at himself. Five tries later, he hit the planet, and it blew up. Once he had got back inside, he asked Zarbon "When do we get to the next planet?! I need my WINE!"

"The next planet is Namek, Marster Frueza." Zarbon answered, bowing.

Frieza held his wine glass close to his eyes; examining it, empty for the first time. "Well hurry! How much longer?"

"About 5 minutes, Marster Frueza."

"Good. Tell me when we get there." Frieza said, falling into a drunken sleep.

Soon, Zarbon woke him up. "We have arrived on Namek, Marster Frueza." Zarbon said, bowing.

Frieza turned to him, angry. "Very well! Get out there right this instant and get me more WINE!" he yelled, throwing his wineglass out after Zarbon, then ordering a random bystander to sweep it up and get him a new one.

Zarbon returned, with a Namekian following him. "Marster Frueza, this representative from the planet wishes to talk to you." he said, bowing.

Frieza turned to the Namekian, frowning. "What do you want, and why won't you get me any WINE?!"

Nail bowed. "I come from our leader, Guru, to tell you that wine isn't the only thing that matters." Then Nail blew a hole in Frieza's ship and flew out, never to be seen again (apart from everywhere on Earth, Namek and several other planets on the way).

Frieza stroked his non-existent beard. "I have no idea what that was about, but I don't think that the inhabitants of this planet have any WINE. Travel to the next planet."