Oh. Oh, that's nice. Laguna is just so adorkable... and obviously too drunk to get nervous leg cramps. *pets*
I love this line: "It would have taken this from the realm of irony to the realm of poetic justice; but then I suppose justice of any sort is too dangerous for one like myself to contemplate."
Now why can't I shake the image of Squall and Dr. Cid having some strange mirror of this conversation?
DRUNKEN!CID: You're nothing like my boy. SQUALL: ... DRUNKEN!CID: You listen. You obey orders. SQUALL: ... (facepalm) DRUNKEN!CID: Blow me. SQUALL: ... (checks contract, finds poorly worded clauses indicating that he has to do anything he's ordered to, and rolls his eyes) ...Whatever.