Hello Again, Man Baby

Well, well, well. Kanja eyed the sad, drunk lump at her paws. Even with his stupid face hidden by the bucket on his head, Kanja recognized the lump as Ashmedai. How could she not, since he was tangled up in the stupid, garish shirt of his. The ridiculous fabric was wadded up and wrapped around him like a python after its next meal. It was a wonder he could breathe.

She squinted at him. Or could he even breathe? Only one way to find out.

With a lazy swing of her paw Kanja kicked the bucket that was lodged on Ashmedai's head. "You alive, Ashole?"