[Dr. Schreber has to wave a hand a little to clear the smoke and coughs a couple of times from that. He needs a minute to catch his breath, too, and checks his own heart rate and pulse out of habit, pulling out a pocket watch to time it.]
Running... fast, whiskey might... be safe, tonight. [He'll drink it slow. And you only live once anyway, what has he got to lose?]
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Running... fast, whiskey might... be safe, tonight. [He'll drink it slow. And you only live once anyway, what has he got to lose?]