It is said that Misery loves company, and I do! That’s the very reason I befriended a poor peasant. I made him sell everything he had, bit by bit, so that we could go out and get drunk.
Now he’s got nothing left to sell. Am I Miserable? No, not nearly enough!
I’ve got an idea. I know where a big sack of gold has been stashed. We’ll go and dig it up and then we can keep getting wasted.
I tell you there’s nothing better than watching spirits get thoroughly drained!