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There he was, The Great Destroyer sat lazily on his throne with his Great Axe laying limply next to it, but not only that, a bottle and a half of whiskey right besides the mighty weapon. Burning Spice Cookie is drunk. He decided to give alcohol a shot and try a sip of whiskey and it only went down hill since.

Now he giggles and points at the most random and casual stuff as if it was the most hilarious thing he's ever seen in his eternal, boring life. He can go from a conversation about the quality of the sand in the Spice Ridge, to suddenly talking about his regrets in life he would never even mutter out while sober.

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