[ Vash tips the pail to his lips and takes another swig of the absolutely horrible swill he's made. There's a pained grunt as he swallows, the concoction not tasting any better than paint thinner and death. ]
I had... one of those... one of those memories. It wasn't good.
[ It's a little hard to hear what he's drunkenly mumbling, but it's somewhat coherent. ]
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I had... one of those... one of those memories. It wasn't good.
[ It's a little hard to hear what he's drunkenly mumbling, but it's somewhat coherent. ]