"Where's my Armadillo?" cried the obviously still half asleep Hookbill as he collapsed though the wall. Luckily as he was only a spirit, no damage was done. Scrambling to his feet, Hookbill was confused as to why the party was still going on. He had hoped to find his wallet that he'd left there the last night, but it was not to be.
"Have you brought a bottle?" asked the doorman, "It is a party, and you need to bring at least a Bottle."
"I was here last night," explained Hookbill, who was waking up slightly, "I brought a bottle of... erm... wine... I think. It was in this green bottle and had an orange label with a picture of a spider on it."
"YOU brought that awful stuff?" cried the doorman.
"Yes I did," said Hookbill wandering up to the buffet table.
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