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Observe, as (after sobering up a bit) DeadChris approaches the foxy coat check girl...
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| No, I don't have a coat... I was just wondering, what's your name? | |
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Flirt-on torpedoes are launched...
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| It's nice to meet you. I can't stay... I just like to know the names of cute girls I see. | |
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And direct hit! DeadChris gets a (short-lived) reprieve from his eternal self-loathing and depression!
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| YES! Total success! She must think I'm funny and charming! | |
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