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don't know the king like I do.

Well, I hope to

get to know him better

after tonight.

Looks like the king

has another party to attend,

huh?

Get in the car.

Okay.

Sh*t.

Damn, is that...

is that really a cop

or am I really drunk?

Both.

Waiting for us to leave.

- This has happened to me before.

- It's okay, man.

Just play it cool...

maybe we can convince him

you didn't drink anything.

What do you mean?

He drank more than anybody.

You're screwed, dude.

I can handle this.

What are you gonna do?

I'll think of something.

You're screwed,

you're screwed,

you're screwed.

License and registration,

please.

Is there a problem, officer?

Yeah, did you have

anything to drink

at the party there?

No, I didn't have anything

to drink at the party.

I'm the designated driver.

Let me smell your breath.

Man, I hope

I don't get deported.

Step on out.

You're screwed, man.

Shut up, Andrew.

We're gonna be here

a while, guys.

So what do you want me to do?

Stand on one leg and look up?

Walk in a straight line

and touch my nose?

No, let's not waste any time.

Blow into this.

Oh no.

Not the breathalyzer.

Yup.

He's screwed.

Fine.

Try again.

This time blow harder.

Hm.

I told you.

I'm the designated driver.

So it seems. But I still think

you've been drinking.

I'm gonna let you off

with a warning.

Okay, what the hell

just happened?

I don't know.

All right.

Drive safely.

Thank you, I will.

What?

How did you do that?

I just got lucky.

He let you off with a warning?

Yeah, so keep quiet

back there, all right?

Dude.

You are the king.

If there was one thing that

put me in a good mood today,

it was knowing I would

sleep soundly tonight.

Of course I would

have to be roommates

with one of the campus sluts.

I hope she doesn't

bring anybody back here.

Nobody likes to bunk

under a ten

on the Richter scale.

Yay for college.

Well, I think he's still

passed out on the couch.

Probably.

Well, 22 shots.

That's a new record.

What about the cop?

What about him?

How did you do that

with the breathalyzer?

Lucky break, I guess.

I think you did something.

Hm?

I don't know how, but you did.

Well, I think you

are still drunk.

Is that a bad thing?

Well, not in the least.

Good.

Whoa.

What?

No, no.

What, what's that?

That's not the bedroom.

What's inside?

All your dark little secrets?

You, Adam Godfrey,

are a real mystery.

Uh huh.

Hey, roomie.

Hi.

Where are you goin'?

I have class in ten minutes.

Don't you have class?

Yeah.

I do.

Obviously you had a good time.

You have no idea.

Everything about last night

was amazing.

That's great.

I gotta go.

Why are you

so uptight, Catherine?

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