I think I'm still hung over. I don't know what convinced me to drink like an undergrad, but I'm certainly regretting it now. There are large parts of the night I don't remember. Anyone care to fill me in, or do I not want to remember?
Addler, really. Toying with you firecraker in public, again? You certainly got on well with some people, didn't you? Who knew you could pull off a strip-tease so, um, successfully. Hope you had a lovely time.
Do you want to know a little secret? The "little" incident of those burned buildings was my inspiration for working on those babies... I suppose there was a little morbid appeal in it, once I got over the fear.
I should more accurately portray the ordeal as an all-day party, as Addler and I had been imbibing quite freely the brunt of the afternoon! I'd give my eyed-teeth - so to speak, of course - for another case of that mysterious swill of your grandfather's! Might I inquire as to its' contents, and why I feel especially dapper still, some few days later?
Sorry, mate. Family secret. I do can tell you grandpa uses to send me one of those every birthday. So I'd be happy to share some more with you at a later time. BTW, have you ever accomplished that "transmute water to wine" thing? I'm still not getting a good tasting liquor yet...
Addler, sir! you simple must try using these components I pilfered from a hastily halted corruption ritual. You'll soon find "corrupting" water yields something unlike a fine, oak-aged bourbon! This, sir, might be my most practical elucidation yet!
Nice! I might even want to do some alchemical experiments in there. I would advise against consuming "corrupting" materials too often. They have this awful tendency to start actually corrupting your gastric acids. Of course, I'm not very familiar with your automaton's morphology, so I'm in the blank in here.