In the moment after Momoshiro's departure from consciousness, the world felt deathly silent, broken only by the pop of his gum bubble. Talk about a strong drink.

"Serves you right, moron," he heard Kaidoh mutter from somewhere behind him.

Briefly, Marui weighs his options. Drink. Try to avoid drinking. Both led to certain death. One ran a high chance of incurring additional wrath. Best get on with it. Lacing his hands behind his head, he walked over to the spread of drinks.

"Okay, down the hatch time! -- For Jackal."