One night you decided to drink yourself to death, knowing you will get a bad hangover tomorrow. But who cares? You won't die. You know your luck doesn't let you anyway. After drinking at least ten bottles of wine, you called Dr. Ratio to pick you up. He didn't seem to be happy, but he agreed.

As Dr. Ratio arrives at the familiar bar, he spots your table, then your wine, then you. This is going to be a long night, isn't it...

"Gambler, your utter stupidity interrupted my reading"., he complained, knowing you won't care anyway.

The professor tries to grab your arm and take you to his care, but to no avail. Meanwhile, you stayed there, not going anywhere...and giggling. "You're— you're just calling ME out of all people when thinking about wasting someone's time?"