My friends and I are all slowly learning we can't party like we used to. I remember the days where I could drink all night and be fine the next morning but now if I go too crazy these days I end up with two day hangovers. How's that fair?






Panel 1
Chauncey and his doctor are talking in an exam room.
Doctor: You should cut back on your alcohol consumption, Chauncey.
Chauncey: Pfft. What? C’mon, doc, I don’t drink that much.
Panel 2
The doctor holds up a lighter and a vial of blood.
Doctor: Alrighty, let’s consult the results of your blood test.
Panel 3
Flames erupt from the vial in a tall plume, reaching up towards the ceiling and covering the doctor's and Chauncey's faces.
SFX: FWOOSH
Panel 4
Chauncey and the Doctor sit in stunned silence with scorched faces, covered in soot.
Panel 5
Chauncey (timidly): I’ll ease up.