Nerva: "Mrumph-snort"
BRRRRR!
Nerva: "cough- glag"
BRRRR!
Nerva: "COUGH- Hgha"
BRRRRRR!
Nerva: "Cough?"
Nerva: "Mmgh-- Where AM I?"
BRRRR!
Pretzel Barista: "Heyya-- You're finally AWAKE!"
POW!
Pretzel Barista: "OWWWW!"
SWERVE!
swerve-SKEEECH!!
Pretzel Barista: "Owww, Fuuuk... I fink yoo BROKE by DOZE..."
Nerva: "Yeah, well- the last thing I remember is drinking a malt, & I wake up in the back seat of yer car?! DEAL with it!"
Rattle Rattle
Nerva: "Mphf.. now, if I could SIT UP propperly, I'd be OUTTA HERE-"
Pretzel Barista: "Uuuggg... Man-- you got it all BACKWARDS--"
Pretzel Barista: "It's MY JEEP that's saving your UNGRATEFUL ASS from th' MALT-DRUGGER"
RATTLE RATTLE!
Nerva: "Yeah? Why shood I b'leve YOU?"
Pretzel Barista: "Well- (ooch)- THINK abowd it... would I drug you, then toss you, UNTIED, inta th' back seat?"
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Nerva: "It would seem that, whenever I vent my righteous anger.. it is misdirected."