"I already had a hangover a bit ago.. Kroot ale, man... Fücking Kroot ale... Shit hits you harder than a freight train." He takes a deep, long swig from his Spiced Whine Eldar, and giggles like a little chuckl-blam!- afterwards, a smile plastered on his face. "I need like a lifetime supply of this stuff... How's that scotch by the way, Ling?" He said with a pestering tone.