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Epithet"Ugh, wait, how did I get here?" Duncan tried to recall what he was doing before he got here, but it was all a blur. He still had a glass of ale in his right hand. Perhaps he passed out again in a bar, he thought. It was not something uncommon for him. Duncan rubbed his eyes with his left hand while taking a large gulp of ale. Perhaps another ale would make it easier for him to remember, he told himself. He signed the bartender to bring another one, and another one, and another one, till he almost dozed off again. As he laid down his head on the table, ready to take another nap, he suddenly remembered it.
"OOOO- THE END OF THE WORLD!"
Duncan was too intoxicated to realize that he just scared the living hell out of all the patrons in the establishment. Quickly, he put down some money on the table and started to run out the bar. He had to be fast before he forgot. As he was running, he realized that he still had another ale in his hand. Sometimes life was alright, even though the world was about to end. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He began to chug the ale like a champion while still running around to find a carriage. Unfortunately, in reality, Duncan was barely walking straight while holding onto the walls of buildings to slowly move forward.
