Beacham Cinema

Priz regains consciousness, and wakes up to the smell of vodka and scotch. Bleary eyed, he can just make out a figure standing over him. At first, his eyes light up with panic, and he reaches down to his pocket, apparently trying to retrieve a lost weapon. His vision clearing, he realizes much to his relief the man is holding a medical bag, and isn't trying to eat him. He immits a low murmur, something about the angels not being very pretty, and slowly sits up.

Shaking his head in an effort to fully regain his senses, he quickly glances around. He takes note of the people around him, then with a sigh, speaks suprisingly clearly:

"I guess you are going to kill me and take my kiwis or something now."