An opened wine bottle sat on Shang Tsung's desk, his second one of the never tell you how much alcohol it would take to get yourself drunk, especially when you've developed a tolerance for it over hundreds of Tsung flopped back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
"My telescope…" Shang Tsung tried to get out of the chair but instead fell grunted. "Francine! Come here!"
Unfortunately, out of all the times Shang Tsung chose to get drunk was the same time Francine had to scrub the floors outside of his shook her head and continued her Tsung rolled over, and his form began to change into his younger self, his ability to maintain it slipping.
"Francine! Come here!" Shang Tsung looked over at the wine glass he had dropped when he fell out of his chair; the red wine had stained the carpet."Stupid bitch… you made me spill my wine."
Francine scoffed and opened the door to Shang Tsung's hovered over the pathetic man.
"Dude, it's only two in the afternoon." Francine picked up the wine glass and placed it back on the table."You must stop doing this. It's terrible for you."
"You're not… my mom." Shang Tsung slapped Francine's ankles."I'll kill you one day."
"Keep dreaming. Come on, let's get you to bed." Francine helped Shang Tsung to his feet."I still think you look better like this."
"Like… a drunkenfool?"
"No, you look betteryounger."
Francine watched Shang Tsung roll onto hisbed.
"I wish I was still young…" Shang Tsung groaned and rubbed hiseyes."I'm… afool."
"Yes, you are." Francine patted Shang Tsung'sshoulder.
"I should… have not done many things in my life." Shang Tsung grabbed Francine's hand and clutchedit."I will do betterlater."
Francine rolled hereyes.
"You will, oneday."