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Pip nodded his head vigorously, greasy thinning hair flopping almost wetly. He stopped the motion when he was struck by the sudden need to burp; creating a stench of raw alcohol that crept across the table to Arl. Eyes staring down at his half emptied cup, Pip replied, "Yup. Makesh you feel closhe to the Emperor." Eyes still fixed on his drink, a bafoonish grin spreads across Pip's face, showing a number of blackened sickly teeth spread apart by the absence of their lost brothers. "Honestly, makesh you wanna go... back up there." With one free hand he points up at the ceiling, while with the other, he brings the glass of rotgut up to his mouth and takes a noisy slurp.
Arl slurred his words with a drunkeness he didn't quite feel.

"Wha's it like, being aboard one of dem grand ships? Whas the kinna things aboard?"