The only reason Wilford hasn't stopped trying is because he knows it probably shouldn't taste like shit.
And yet, it does.
Although, Bernard's budget for booze is probably much tighter than Wilford's.
"It's just my inventory," he says. He demonstrates by pulling out everything else he has tucked away in there - a large switchblade, a .44 Magnum revolver, and a leather-bound journal. The first two get tossed onto the bed, but the journal disappears again.
"He's probably full of rocks," he says, pointing at the puppy.
Buster thinks this is a command, and indeed, spits out a rock onto the bed.
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And yet, it does.
Although, Bernard's budget for booze is probably much tighter than Wilford's.
"It's just my inventory," he says. He demonstrates by pulling out everything else he has tucked away in there - a large switchblade, a .44 Magnum revolver, and a leather-bound journal. The first two get tossed onto the bed, but the journal disappears again.
"He's probably full of rocks," he says, pointing at the puppy.
Buster thinks this is a command, and indeed, spits out a rock onto the bed.