I would completely close into myself and begin a endless monologuous rant: "I know I have taste for likker... meaning... no mans purfec -hic-... seeing hobbits just... A kinda strong hint bout not to... I mean theres nothing... suppose thats the final signal to get of the booze... hobbits dancing on the... and it... thats when a man needs to wisen..."
about at this point I'd reach the door and charge out.
JH
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