Me (M) I know it's your birthday tomorrow, but you're going to be so sick after drinking that 40 pounder of rum.
Leo (L) *giggle* yeah, I know.
M: So that means you won't be able to work for a couple of days.
L: Yeah. *Laugh*. I'll have a grand old time.
M: You'll have about 10 minutes of a good time, then about 48 hours of a really bad time.
L: Ah, who cares?
M: Well I do, because there's still wood to be sawed and put in the barn and you won't be around for a couple of days to fill the bin in the house.
L: I wish you drank with me.
M: No. You really wouldn't want to see that wish fulfilled, buddy. That bottle would end up in a right old battle between the two of us. I'd have to buy another two or three, or four hundred.
L: *excited* We could party for a week!!
M: Well, party wouldn't be the word I'd use. Alcoholic poisoning and wet brain comes in there somewhere!
L: Ah, it's a shame you had to stop!
M: No, buddy. Everyone around me needed me to stop. And believe you me you wouldn't want to see me start!