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[ Midnight is too drunk to figure out what the good cause is! I can't figure it out either, but I'm not drunk, I'm just stupid.

But Midnight sighs, his disappointment absolutely genuine. ]

Well, from a dearth of resources comes Mother invention... Something. [ He hiccups. ] I think I'll just keep doing what I want. Works, usually.

[ Why hasn't Sylvain knocked him out with a lamp yet? It's a real question, here.

Of note: Midnight is still happily sipping at his water, but the bread hasn't been touched. It's still in its packaging and all. ]