The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VIII Chapter 2
Years later hesitation morphed into a parasitic beast called remorse and the only way to kill it was to poison it alcohol. lots and lots of alcohol.
Chapter 2: Gettin’ Caught
He pulled out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and said, "this is going to hurt." he poured some alcohol on my arm and i yelled, loudly.
Goodbye, Tomorrow; Chapter One: City of Lights, City of Death
He pushes open the door and steps inside, into a haze of smoke and the stench of alcohol. "hey, katz," the bear bartender calls, "haven't seen you for a while.
The First of Many...
I laughed myself nearly sick; and had it not been that such a religious ceremony had no alcohol, i would have insisted that levrane was drunk._ _he asked me about a machine i'd built--one that would stabilize a head for a fledgling dissertation, written by
A Pokémon's Love - Part 1
After donning the rubber gloves, he rubbed his hands together with alcohol. then, he gently dabbed her wound with a towel, seeing that it was still open and bleeding. once he put the towels around her, he sprinkled the wound with alcohol.
Th Last Human: Part Two
"now listen, we're going to have to put alcohol on the wounds before we fix you up, it's going to hurt, and you can't move or your wounds will open more; understand?"
(TMNT 2003) The good, the bad and two hot heads
No more alcohol for them, master splinter banned them from anything alcoholic after that and after they destroyed the lair, three times.
Surrender: Chapter 2
She drowned the soft end in the alcohol she’d poured out and ordered, “hold out your arms.” the human obeyed, and, gently, the asishi rubbed the alcohol-soaked cloth over his cuts. there was no way for her to be precise.
Trading Places
He sat up slowly, clearly still hindered by the amount of alcohol he'd imbibed that evening. "oh y-yeah, the pill... i've got that here."
Voyager: Chapter 1
"wait here while i try to find some bandages and alcohol." i heard the crunch of broken glass as he went off to do his search. i pushed myself onto the counter and rested my broken arm on my lap.
Macro Tyler March #13 - Gentle Macro/Micro
As the night went on most of the group became increasingly drunk either on alcohol or the general atmosphere. in a couple of cases both.
The Choice: Chapter Two Questions
That power seemed more intoxicating than the booze he was drowning his sorrows in. he could do it.