...
...Then he had thought about what his position actually was and the
renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it
quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another
quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.
"Freedom," he said aloud.
Trillian came on to the bridge at that point and said several
enthusiastic things on the subject of freedom.
"I can't cope with it," he said darkly, and sent a third drink down to
see why the second hadn't yet reported on the condition of the first.
He looked uncertainly at both of her and preferred the one on the
right.
He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would
head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together
they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would
go off in search of the first, give it a good talking to and maybe a bit of
a sing as well.
He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all
that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully and a sixth
for moral support.
"You're drinking too much," said Trillian.
His heads collided trying to sort out the four of her he could now
see into a whole position. He gave up and....
....
...
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