[And then, the famous Panicked Strider Word Vomit.]

Can we not? I'm sure everyone is getting a great big laugh out of the feathery asshole spread out on the floor. Gonna pass a few drinks around and tell ghost stories, maybe sing some fucking songs while we're at it. It'll be great. Don't mind me, I'll join right in.

[Everything hurts, he's sure he's going to pass out in a few minutes regardless of what happens, so he's just going to hold it together and try not to throw up. His words still slur and they're a bit terse when he answers Feferi.]

I can't really see what's going on back there, y'know. Prototyped with a crow, not an owl.