[[JM relaxing on the sofa, Matt on the floor leaning against the back of the sofa, both drunk]] Matt: The South Americans had it good, you know? JM: What, constant conquest by empires both social and economic? Matt: No, I mean before that. Like Aztec and Incan. Matt: There are about one hundred million substances in a rainforest you can use to alter your state of consciousness. In the meantime, what do Europeans have to rely on? Rotting grain and grapes. JM: Here's to mankind's insatiable quest for intoxication. Matt: To the universal human drive: Getting trashed on whatever's handy.