Cubs rubs his tired eyes, walking down the hallway to his locker.
Blue: Wow, Cubs, you okay? You look so pale.
Cubs scratches the side of his head.
Cubs: I went drinking with some of my friends last night so I'm still kind of hungover.
Blue narrows his eyes.
Blue: How much did you drink?
Cubs: Well, when I woke up, I still had my pants on, so I'm guessing not that much.
Blue looks down and then back towards Cubs.
Blue: Dude, those aren't your pants.
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