As you go to order your first drink. The bartender points at you and says "You, Could you please take him out of here? I don't want to deal with a passed-out drunk in my bar...." His tone sounds like it's more of a demand rather than a request. You decide to just do it, and as you drag Beelzebub's tall and heavy body out the door, he grumbles. Seeming groggy, he mumbles, half-conscious "Just one more drink... It'll be little..."
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