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I need a drink lamented Roy as he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he tried to fight back the throbbing pain that threatened to consume the inside of his skull.  He stared down between his fingers at his now “modified” pants; he had been forced to roll the legs up several times just to keep from tripping in them. He also had to make a few extra holes in his belt in order to cinch it up as far as possible to keep his pants from falling down. As for his jacket, he had to discard it in  lieu of a simple white tank top. "Yes, a drink would be really nice right about now" reflected Roy as he contemplated his socks. A noi