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hours later Bart sat on the couch, drunk as Homer can become at
Moes. Uuuuggghhh! I dont feel so well, he said, slipping
to the floor. His eyes watched the TV, though he could see 3 of them.
He didnt know which one to watch.
time! their mother called from the kitchen. Lisa came down to her
call, passing Bart on the way.
you feeling okay Bart? she asked, a little worried.
he moaned, burping at the end.
Bart looks sick! Lisa yelled. Their mother came running in.
Bart! Lets get you to your room, she said, carrying her son to
his room upstairs.
was about to head into the kitchen again when she spotted a Duff beer
can lying on the couch. She thought for a moment. Did Bart drink
this? Nah, it was probably Dad. Actually, where is Dad? She