Time to find a beer
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You rummage through the fridge, pushing aside molded condiments and mason jars full of fluids every color of the rainbow. Towards the back of the top shelf is an open can of Pabst Blue Ribbon. You take a swig, vomit it back up in your mouth a little, then swallow it down - deciding the fermentation might bring some hallucinations into your day.
