12 oz. Mouse2005

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Everybody go back to sleep. We need to rest for one more day.

Liquor:
We'll need more meat to sleep.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's why I made these.

[Fitz shows them a blood pack bag with meat inside of it]

Liquor:
Ah, we knew you were smart.

[One of Fitz's friends inject their body with the meat to make them feel woozy and asleep]

Liquor:
Do weird dreams from the meat -- Uh...is that happening to...does that happen to you guys, uh?

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Dreams? Shut them out.

Liquor:
That's what so interesting about them. [laughs] I can't. I can't.

[Liquor starts to dream a tombstone struggling to rise up in a graveyard]

Liquor:
You try, little guy. You try the hardest.