<div style="text-align: right"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969"><i>Know what I need?</i></span>​</div><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Ay, well now that we got a healthy fear in ya laddie, I suppose that'll be incentive enuff to stay in line!</span>" Neil took Trenton walking with him around the place as they spoke. Whenever he finished a bottle he just handed it to someone and held out his hand and miraculously a new one would swiftly appear with the cork cordially removed so that he could resume without having to stop and take it off. Everyone who worked for Neil knew that if he was in a drinking mood, they should do their best to foster it. Last time he got plastered, the man gave one of the grunts money to buy a boat with on the fly.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">Oh? Don't be pussyfooting conversation with a drunk man!</span>" He implored, giving Trenton a squeeze on his shoulder again, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a9a9a9">When in this condition, one finds straight talk to be far easier to entertain!</span>"<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969"><b>MORE BRANDY!</b></span>