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Locked from Wardens
Comrades, I really, really, really need a drink. My supplies have been... confiscated for the time being. If anyone owes me an unpaid favor and has anything alcoholic then now would be the time to write off your debt in this way, alternatively, if anyone has anything alcoholic and is interested in a trade then my other supplies remain meticulously stocked.
I need too--
Spam
"Then how do you want to talk?"
[He doesn't mind the opera, though it wouldn't be his first choice.]
Spam
I want you to leave me alone. I have nothing to say.
[He looks tireder than is altogether healthy.]
Spam
"Then who will you talk to?"