[Rimbaud]

I anticipate no-one getting this.

Uglúk [standing up]: I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

Merry [unplugging the can's teat with his teeth]: Why not?

Uglúk : Because I don't advise it. Even the Northern Orcs from the hills wouldn't drink that. That's worse than meths.

Merry: Nonsense, this is a far superior drink to meths. The Northern Orcs don't drink it because they can't afford it.

*He throws his head back and pours the druaght down his throat. Gagging and gasping, he's on a buzz. *

Merry: Have we got anymore?

*Uglúk shakes his head. Merry, eyes bulging, presses forward, forcing Uglúk to back off.*

Merry: Liar. What's in your toolbox?

Uglúk : We have nothing. Sit down.

Merry: Liar. You've got anti-freeze.

Uglúk : You fool. You should never mix your drinks!