[falco is giving archer far more allowance than he should! what a good boy! archer shouldn't really be drunk at work, but he's an alcoholic. that's how he do. he's immediately pulling another bottle out from under the counter - this time gin - to take a drink from as he considers the fact that cursing sets it off.]

Why the f-- [okay. think harder. that's a curse.] --udge, I hate that that makes sense with all the other... crabapples around here.

[wow. not cursing is really hard.]

I don't want water. Take the gun and get out.