Then... Headache, infinity thirsty, my body entropic levels out of control, laziness... And the worst, a void in my head... Something that should be there, but it is not... Argh!
Lesson learned: The Grinning Reaper does not like alcohol!

Uttermost (choose at will): Anarchy, Ataxia, Bedlam, Clutter, Chaos, Disarray, Discord, Disorder, Disorganization, Entropy, Free-for-all*, Holy mess*, Lawlessness, Misrule, Mix-up, Mobocracy, Muddle, Pandemonium, Randomness, Rat's nest*, Snarl, Tumult, Turmoil, Unruliness, Xaos, Socks, Frogs, whatever...
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The skellie can't hold his liquor...
Btw, Mr. Ripper, can u send me to the flying island of Mandango, where i'll spend eternity drinking wine and having hot, steamy sex?
Or maybe send him to the abyss, where he shall find 3 huge...no, no... 3 gargantuan guys with elephant underwear and gorillas with some strange smell in the air...
Ps.: I hope the real reaper does not read this and send me to that kind of place... but Mandango is very welcome...
The Real Reaper!? How insulting!! After this one, I will surely send you to a dark room with some 5-limbs huge gorillas, for all eternity... The Real Reaper!? Hmpf!!
And Catao, I can send you to Mandango, after all... Always a good choice...
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