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He stomped toward the booze closet where Howard kept his stash With the exaggerated care of a person not in control of his body, Orc opened the closet door

A few bottles of clear booze A few bottles of brown booze A couple bottles of Cabka, the liquor Howard es It was nasty stuff Orc preferred the brown booze

He snagged a bottle and after a few seconds of clulass neck off

"Is that you up there, Orc? I hear you stoone now, replaced by Drake

"You still alive, you stupid, alcoholic pile of rock?" Drake taunted "Still following Sarily on the floor "Shut up or I’ll co!" Orc roared

Drake laughed "Sure you will, Orc You don’t have the stones Wait, that was a funny! The stone ain The entire house shook when he did it

Drake called him various names, but now Orc had about a quarter of the bottle inside hihout his body

He yelled soered back to his couch and sagged heavily into it

He didn’t irl whofor death Begging for soo to her Jesus

Kill ht

Orc took a deep swig

Tears seeped from his human eyes and fell into the rocky crevices of his face

So at the front door Normally Hoould answer But then Orc heard Ja, "Hey, Orc! Open up, man"

Jamal was one of the very few people besides Hoho ever caet a drink But still, any co to Drake or Brittney

"Want a drink, Ja on ed a bottle and handed it to Ja

Orc flopped onto hisbeneath him Jamal took a chair and kept the bottle

"Who is that up there?" Drake’s voice floated up "Is that Jamal or Turk? Too heavy to be Howard"

"It’s Jamal," Jamal yelled

"Don’t talk to him," Orc said, but withoutme out of here?" Drake asked, al obscene back at hihed and took another drink

"How come you work for Albert if you hate him?" Orc asked