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One More Wouldn't Hurt
By Dani Royer
*After one beer*
Spinning lights
All around
What was he thinking
When he gave me this?!
I like it though
One more wouldn't hurt
*After two beers*
Crichton actually sounds smart
When you can't hear him
I still don't see the point
Of this stupid human drink
It's too.... oh frell ... that wasn't good
Oh well, one more wouldn't hurt
*After three beers*
Why doesn't Crichton see
That I'm perfectly fine?!
He's so interesting when he's worried
Maybe he can show me
Some more of his primitive culture later
But first, one more wouldn't hurt
*After four beers*
Frell you Crichton!
Can't you see I'm having fun!
No, I will not leave to pleasure you!
What? You didn't say that?
No, I'm not becoming in paired!
Whatever, one more wouldn't hurt
*After five beers*
Back to Moya?
We can take some back to Moya?
Tour sea and air tiff we brothers? Huh?
No, I will not share!
We'll leave in a microt or so
One more wouldn't hurt
*After six beers*
Crichton, you are being ir-ir-ir-rational
This drink doesn't effect Sebeceans
Although I wish all of you would just shut up
One Crichton is bad enough, but seven of them!
Ugh..I feel like frelling dren...Maybe we better go
One more would hurt