blight schmlight... right?

I sold my soul to my disguise
I hid myself to stay alive

He... did not feel alright. Maybe it was something he ate? He was used to eating the leftovers, scraps that were no longer fresh. It didn't make sense, but with how hard his head was throbbing he couldn't think, and despite laying on the ground he felt dizzy as the world spun around him. His head felt heavy and part of him wanted to just sleep. He was about to give in to the overwhelming urge to close his eyes when there was a voice.

Eyes crossed and tried to refocus many times on the pale man, but it was hard to focus on just one of them when there was a clone of him on either side moving around as his eyes tried to lock onto him. He felt drunk really, but he'd been shitfaced before and this was worse─ so much worse.

"Youthink?-hmph," he slurred before losing what little composure he had and slumping to the ground, laid flat out on his side. "The fffuck-" he tried to speak, but it was muffled and slurred like before. "-is wrong wiv me?"

Speech ─ Think