*Drunk, Raptor wraps his arm around Pheonix's shoulders, and shakes him around playfully*
You'll have to forgive Pheen, here, ya see, his daddeh was the reel melee-tant tipe, a reel herd ass, ya know? He was all like... An asshole, and stuff, ya know? And uh...
*Collapses on the spot, falling down so that he lands on top of Pheonix, the smell of wine pouring over his senses as Raptor drools on him.*