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I was drunk.

I was driving.

I didn't even check if she was okay...

I really feel like nachos and having a flash back to college days.

I flirt. A lot. Mostly I do it because I like women and I have a weakness for a pretty woman.

Sometimes I actually like the woman. Like with Henley.

...I need to back off of the network for a while.

The most obvious solution is that there's something in the general water supply, even if the media's idea of a truth serum is ridiculously inaccurate. But a magic spell is a lot more interesting, even if it's obnoxious as hell.

I wish the Eye was real, and the fact that our entire elaborate performance audition-slash-heist was actually a revenge scheme by a fake fed with extensive daddy issues is deeply disappointing.

And I don't think you should sleep with Merritt, Henley. He's possibly diseased and definitely old enough that heart attacks are an issue to consider and I would never get that mental image out of my head.

I resent the actual existence of Superman, because I can't fly.

I suppose I really do need to look into finding a job around here.

( Mr. Gold )

I hear you're the authority on magic here.

What do I need to know about the rules in this reality?

Okay. This is impressive. How did I get here, exactly?

I don't remember any opportunity anyone could have drugged me. But I guess that could be the drug's fault.

Guys? You here? I don't see why they would take just one of us.

So, this is a pretty elaborate set up. I'm impressed. But I'm dubious about the theme. Fairy tales are overdone. It's a waste of staging to go for a whitebread town where Snow White supposedly lives.

I never got that story anyway. I mean, when did necrophilia start to count as romantic?

Now that I'm impressed, I'd like to be done with this, now.