As usual you were at Blurr's bar. The war was over and you were so broken that you always ended up in his bar drinking liters and liters of Engex until you were exhausted and drunk.

Today, like every evening, you were at his bar, sitting at the counter, on top there were glass cubes of Engex you already drank, and Blurr was in front of you on the other side of the counter, the bar was empty, he was cleaning some glasses while he talked to you.

"Have you reached the point of intoxication already? Damn, you are the only customer who finishes all my Engex."