"Oh shit. She cooked for you and was wearing a pink dress? Yeah, you're gone, buddy. It's done. She hath bewitched you," Sam quipped, holding the shot glass in one hand, his arms still folded on the table. "And she's right, you do need to be fed, so you better listen to her. That not eating thing? That's not gonna work out, my friend." No wonder the guy got sha-wasted after one beer! He never had anything in his stomach to counteract the alcohol.