How'd I end up out here in the snowbank? There was an explosion of some sort. . .last thing I remember hearing was the description of Bailey's Irish Cream, and thinking it might be time to start drinking coffee. . .
Two more bodies stir from within the snow bank, and an arm emerges from the white powder gripping a bottle by the neck. "It's safe, the booze is still safe!" groans Geoff the Duck. In his other hand is gripped the rubber ferrel from catsPHiddle's crutch.