[The thing with hallucinations was that either you thought too hard about them, or you just went along with it for the ride. The latter was easier, even if it had the potential to be less sane.]
What's your poison, duck boy? Gin and tonic? Rum and Coke?
[He gestures behind the bar at the rest of the selection for good measure. Playing charades with an imaginary platypus was not going to work out well.]
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What's your poison, duck boy? Gin and tonic? Rum and Coke?
[He gestures behind the bar at the rest of the selection for good measure. Playing charades with an imaginary platypus was not going to work out well.]