I've never been on "the s**t" in my life.
There's a first time for anything, and statistics tells us the first time for s**t-mounting occurs pretty commonly right before waking up in a stranger's bed with no memory of how you got there.
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I still don't think that's it.
Well, we'll table the issue of how demolished you were last night for now. Try looking around for clues. Can you figure out whose room this is? Are parts of their body anywhere?
No. But actually ... whoa. This feels like a guy's bedroom.
And is that a thing that you would not normally expect to happen?
I'm not gay, if that's what you're tip-toeing around.
It was, thanks. Well, this is turning into quite the horizon-expanding mystery.
Did you find a body? Did you find the s**t?
No! I looked in the mirror! I'm not me!
Then who am I talking to?
Me. I ... f**k you.
I'm not me. I'm Andy. I'm in his body.
He's like my nemesis. I hate that guy. I even got in a fight with him at the bar last night.
When you were fighting Andy last night, were there any bystanders?
There were a couple of people bystanding, yes.
Were any of them fortune tellers?
If you aren't carousing in bars down by the abandoned wharf, you really aren't carousing at all.