“I know what he can do as forfeit,” said Steve. “He can be my next drink. Butch looked down at the controller in his hand with a smirk. “Ok then,” he said with anticipation. You watched Butch press a few buttons and before you know it, you slowly start melting. You feel like your entire three inch body is jelly. Your feet are beginning to disappear. “Wait! This won’t do!” shouts Mike from above you. You look up to see him staring at you. He picks you up out of the puddle of you and places you in Steve’s mug. Before you knew it, your lower legs came flying into the mug. Butch must have reformed you. “Ok, now you can melt him,” said Mike. He looked down and winked at you. At the flick of a switch, your body felt like jelly again. After a minute, you were almost completely liquified. It was only your head left, sinking into the goop which was the rest of you. Your mouth melted away, then your nose, then eyes, and all of you gone. Somehow, you could still hear everything the guys were saying, even with your ears out of commission. “There’s not that much of him,” said Steve’s voice. “Don’t worry,” said Butch. I can make him more spacious. He pressed some buttons and you were getting larger. Eventually you feel some of yourself start to overflow out of the mug. “That’s a bit too much!” said Mike. “It’s fine,” said Steve. “This way, we can all have some.” He grabbed his mug which had the vast majority of you in it, and you could feel yourself get poured three times, about a quarter of you in each of your tormentors’ mugs. You felt one part of your body get diluted by an incoming surge of alcohol. Then another, then another, then the last. The four friends sat down at the table. “On three!” you hear Steve say. “One, two, three!” they all chant at once. On three, you feel yourself get raised to pass through four sets of lips, and flow over four sets of teeth, four tongues, and down four gullets at once. You have been drunk. What do the boys decide to do next?