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Sauron looked up while continuing to play.

"Sounds like a good idea, sir. Gives us more time for Orkrim to stabilize, altough he won't have recovered for a while. Another round?"

He paused to pour out another few glasses of drink, this time a light draft from Vega.

"I figured out how to get Ex to reproduce the recipe. Tastes wonderful and won't get you hammered, at least not too fast."

TWO HOURS (AND FIVE PINTS) LATER:

Sauron and nearly everyone else in the car, excluding Avgust, is entirely drunk.

Sauron: "OHHHH I DON'T WANNA JOIN THE AIIIIR FORCE! I DON'T WANNA GO TO WAAAAAAR!"

Scythe: "I'D RATHER HANG AROUND-"

Sauron: 'PICCADILLY UNDERGROUND-"

Breonn: "LIVING OFF THE GIVIN'S OF THE-"

Scythe: "HIGH CLASS, MAYBE?"

Sauron: "OHHHHHHHH I DON'T WANT TO JOIN THE AIR FORCE, I DON'T WANT MY BOMBER SHOT AWAY..."

All: "OH, I'D RATHER LIVE IN ENGLAND-"

Scythe: "IN MERRY, MERRY ENGLAND-"

All: WHERE I CAN DRINK MY STINKIN' LIFE AWAAAAY!

Sauron: "OHHHHHHH BLIMEY-"

(The song repeats itself, with the lyrics growing more slurred and darkly humorous by the  hour.)