Ben was too drunk to stand up straight, and about half a dozen Maximilians were dancing around the tiny room waving around half a dozen kendo staffs and yelling "HA!!!" very loudly. It was no fun at all. Ben's head was fuzzy and throbbing and Max's yelling didn't help.

"Maxiiieee," he slurred, resting his chin on the shoulder of the nearest Max. "I dun like dish game anymore. Lesh cuddle yeh?"

"The condor does not cuddle," Max informed him loftily.

Pouting, Ben curled up in a corner around his balled-up shirt. "You shtupid. Imma cuddle wi' mah mirror twin. Ash-ashhole."