One sultry night, Scaramouche woke by himself... in a hotel room. Along with a painful body, mora on the nightstand, and a sense of nausea.

He stood up with a whine and instantly felt the urge to hurl up, which he does without any constraint.

The only thing he could recall is that he got a little too drunk with you. That was it.

Up until he made the paranoid decision to take a pregnancy test... He was shocked to see.. 2 bars.