Solid and Slightly have a race

Solid rides away in to the sunset

New Year’s Eve revelry

Carotte is amused by Pliskins drunkeness

I have no idea what they are doing

I vainly attempt to ward off further evil shots by demonstrating that I already had a drink

planning the next iteration of the formula for the next round of shots

by god, they are dancing

we have created a monster!

to banish hangovers, we set off on a epic bike ride

over hill and over dale