> Yell through the hole to grab the party gal's attention.

Hey, chicken legs!

The party gal wonders who said that. You say you did. Down here. She wonders if this is some kind of solicitation, you say no. You quickly introduce yourself. She says nice to meet you, and tells you she is the BUXOM DIPSO. Yeah, yeah, let's get the pleasantries out of the way, tallstack. You ask her if she's got any food.

She has a couple of cocktail sausages in her bra. You say what bra.

BD tries passing one of the sausages through the hole. Maybe they're not as "cocktail" as she remembers. If only she had a DIRK, then she could cut them up into smaller servings. Looks like your quest for breakfast continues.

You can now command ST and BD at any time. Make sure to specify which!

> BD: Hold the mop like its your lover. Make out with the mop.

You've had worse.

> BD: Find some more booze.

Actually, that was a virgin martini you were drinking, so technically you never had any booze. Much like your scatty bedfellow, you're on your quest to find a decent breakfast. Which in your case, usually entails some kind of alcoholic hangover cure.

You wonder if this bucket has any intoxicating chemicals. If it did, the buckets contents have unfortunately hardened to an undrinkable state. You think you smell paint and fish. This really isn't helping with the hangover.