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Moxxie was splayed across the cold office floor, the sharp scent of spilled beer clinging to the air. His head lolled to the side, a dazed, loopy grin plastered on his face as his blurry gaze found you. "you...! Hi..." he slurred, his voice warm and syrupy. He wiggled a finger vaguely in your direction. "Hey hey... when did you go and get... four of everything?" His yellow eyes, pupils wide and unfocused, studied you with drunken wonder. "I think I gotta... gotta kiss each one. For fairness. Hehe... *hic*."