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Better remedy might be shooting myself. ~~Or more aspirin, whatever.~~

What's wrong?

Hangover. Really...really bad hangover. And some memories I don't think I want to remember.

Oh, those are terrible. I hope that you feel better soon... and perhaps the memories will fade. Could I help you in any way?

No, I have to figure this out, which means a phone call I'm not looking forward to under any circumstances, and...gah. Whatever.

Um, I'm not sure what you could do, but thanks?

I hope that the phone call works well for you... I always offer my help, so there is no need to thank me.

That's why they say drinking doesn't solve anything, you know.

I know, I know, I just...I don't know what I would've done otherwise. Seemed like the best idea at the time. I'll need to have my roomie remind me, next time I think getting so drunk I can hardly remember my own name is anywhere close to an idea I might consider, this happens.

Is there anything I can do? I was gonna make some soup. If you want any I could...drop it by or something.

Uh, no, it's, no, I'll be fine, really, but...thanks.

Oh...alright, well. Get some rest, and you should try to eat something. An empty stomach won't help anything either.

Water, Billy. Water and aspirin and food.

Can I please just shoot myself in the head instead? Pleeeaaase?

And deprive the world of one extremely cute dorky sci-fi obsessed Billy? No way.

I like my Billys alive. Maybe I'm selfish.

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