If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?


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Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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Kinda. I know how to drink without overdoing it, and I have a higher tolerance than you.

[He's just going to... wheel over here. And wheel backwards and forwards and quietly dick around to work off jangled nerves.]

Sorry, man. That just means you need more practice when you get off the pills.

[He just lets that go, glad that Chuck doesn't have anything in particularly high cabinets so he doesn't have to reach too much to find something edible. Pulling down a box of ritz crackers containing one roll that's half eaten and totally stale and one that's unopened, and he begins opening the sealed one.]

Can I simply stop them?

[Though the pain medication makes the injury much less bothersome, the alcohol would have the same effect and he can deal with it anyway.]

No. [Leaning back over his wheelchair at Cas.] Can you get me a fudgesicle from the freezer?

Why not?

[But he does as he's asked, going to the freezer and handing Chuck a fudgesicle before starting on his crackers.]

Because I said so.

[He takes it and immediately spins the wheelchair around once.]

Thanks, man.

But seriously- you don't have to be on them all the time, but you can't drink when they're kicked in.

[He nods slightly at the thanks.]

Your statements are contradictory.

[If he doesn't have to be on them all the time then why can't he just stop?]

Life is contradictory.

Don't plow through my booze as your pain medication. It's not exactly healthy.

I'm not using it as such.

[The pain's manageable on the medication. He just wants the other effects from the alcohol.]

Mixing substances is really risky.

If you need more pain relief, just up how much you're taking. [Licking the popsicle mildly.]

[He's quiet a moment before actually sharing something.]

The medication is making me nauseous.

[Hence the crackers. And after resting so much the past few days, he can't sleep anymore, so there's another reason, and he really wants the more mind-numbing effects of the alcohol that the pain meds aren't giving him.]

[ 8( Caaaas.]

...Okay.

So.

Cut down your dose by half a pill and next time you take them, you can have a little to drink?

[Well. Guess who's at the end of their dosage and set to take the next in about fifteen minutes anyway? Good timing.]

How much?

[He's drifting back toward the liquor cabinet now.]

[Wheeeeeling up to cut you off there, Barney.]

I'll make it. What do you want?

[And there's a flash of temper at that, before he can suppress it.]

I'm capable of doing it.

[He sighs and pinches his nose.]

Cas. You've helped me in and out of my wheelchair about, what, eighty times now? I just... come on, I know you can, but.

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