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A Pint of Scotch (Part 2) Uriel: “I can barely... stand... and I... blurgh!” He threw up again, but this time the amount was slightly greater. “Just get me to.... to... Bliss!” Angelo: Angelo, slightly in a drunken panic, starts singing softly, his move Sing kicking in and attempting to put the other to sleep so he hopefully wouldn't throw up as much and be much calmer and easier to move. Uriel: The Blaziken woke up, now feeling slightly more serene as what the Sing move was expected to do. However, he found out that he was somewhere, pretty much resembling a nursing room. The linens were blue and comfy, and Uriel looked around him and saw that he was in a small room with striped wallpapers. An old retro TV you’d expect to be from the Nifty Fifties was in front of his feet. He looked at his right wrist and there were plastic tags around it. Just then, he knew where he was - he was at where Bliss would tend to her patients “I know where I am, but boy, that hangover from the bar