*the beer takes his toll*
Verdammt, jetzt muss ich wieder aufs Klo (damned, now I have to go to the loo again).
Must be the beer.
*rises out of his warm bed*
There it is again, that howling sound, like from a wolf!!!
Fürchterlich (yuk).
And there are no wolfs on this cursed island.
I need to report this tomorrow morning.
Let me first relieve myself before....
*The Enigma, half awake, goes to the privy to get rid of the beer*
Whoeoehoeeeee, Whoeoehoeeeee
MOTHERRR!!!!
Christ, Enigma keep it together, that's just an owl.