[color:"00cccc"] "Hyah!" I spurred Meatloaf on through the forest. The wind was in my hair and I felt better already. Dwarves don't suffer long from hangovers. I reached the village in what seemed no time and found the guys in the inn.
I ordered a bacon sandwich and a big beer.
Everyone looked at me.
"What?"
"How can you even look at that stuff after what you put away last night?" Viper said.
"Hair of the dog! Best cure my friend."
"Best cure is a damn coffee!" Viper growled. I'd never seen him annoyed with me. I sighed and ordered a massive mug of the inn's special 'wake-up juice'.

"What does the note say Jolie?" [/color]

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin