You hear a knock at your door, so you go to answer it, stumbling in your inebriation. You open the door to see Jesus Archangard. Arkngard is not happy to see you. His ears are all up in your grill, so to speak. Plus he's growling. That's how you can tell. You're good with dogs.
"What have I told you about getting drunk alone like this?" Archangard asks, disappointed in your choices. "Don't you know what today is?"
You then realise what you had forgotten about today. You shake yourself out of your stupor, scratch Arkngard behind his ears, thank him, and step outside into the world.
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