Drunk drunk drunk
[walks out of the bar after seeing Baird and Cid head for the trenches]
I'm drukking funk. That Baistard bard... wh'ever happnd to leave wi' the one who brung yah?
[mumbles, grumbles, fumbles and tumbles, ends up in a gutter with a wet face]
Nice guys finish fast! I mean, finish last...
This is all Mohinder's fault... 'f it weren't for him I'd only be gettin rejected by girlses...
There's gotta be something interesting in one of these rooms...
[pokes into hair salon room, into room with infinite number of monkeys on typewriters, into oval office of white house, into quite possibly the TARDIS]
'Lo? 'Lo?
[((join matt out on the street or just say what's goin on in your room + he'll see it thru the window))]