The 2-foot with no fur on the top of his head was particularly stupid last night. He said "bugerritt, it's nearly Chris-Moose, I'm going to have a whisk-key." Now I didn't even know he had a whisk, so I certainly didn't know that he needed a key to use it! Anyway, he must have changed his mind, because instead of getting the whisk-key, he poured some evil smelling liquid into a glass and drank it! He repeated the process, and then fell asleep. He woke up at 2am groaning, and went to bed.