William had duct-taped the bottle of Laphroiac
upside down on a drip feed so he wouldn't have to take his
eyes off the scrabble board. "kyrgyzstan" he announced. "Beeeeeeeeeuuuuuutch," he
added, belching. Bubbles rose through the single malt scotch
Dirk was on his third peanut butter and mescaline sandwich
and was trying to play a word vertically, but couldn't make
the letters hover in the air. Finally he tried another ploy. "jsdhgf" he
whispered significantly, wide eyed. Scott glanced across
the room at the dictionary uneasily but Dirk had his Malaysian
machete strapped to his thigh so they let the neologism slide. "Nice," Scott
Scott found a vein and played the word "beer," for
the third time, the only word he had played all night.
How does he keep getting all the E's, William wondered. Gillespie
lunged, pinning Rettberg to the table. "Get his shoes!" he
screamed. Dirk pulled off Scott's shoe and 10 E's tumbled to
the floor. Dirk stared, awestruck.
"Hey," Rettberg chuckled, "I always play scrabble
with a great deal of ease."
"Beer," Dirk muttered, "Be 'ere. Be here." He
lay down and stared at the ceiling to ponder the heaviness
"5-Methyl-2-(1-methyl-allyl)-hex-4-en-1-ols" William announced, "1,567
points. That's chemistry for 'kiss my ass'."