Eh. In the end getting drunk just requires a ton of alcohol. Even if it tastes awful and now I feel like never eating bacon ever again. Or at least not anywhere near milk.

[No more spaghetti Carbonara for him. Like ever. He shudders as another drink is put in front of him, this one looking like lemon pie filling.

He looks at his new "drinking" companion with a raised eyebrow.] You a fan of self-tanning lotions?