[ Riz wheezes.

He just can't keep it up anymore. Seeing Fabian get riled up enough to step onto the table itself has officially destroyed him, still delirious from last night's colourful events, injuries nagging at him even as he clutches at the armrest of the sofa for dear life, claws on one hand sinking into the fabric while the other is raised to try to cover his face, though his shoulders still shake with laughter. ]

Shit, [ he mutters. ] Ow, fuck.

[ It's probably what he deserves for riling Fabian up when he's just as fucked up, but in his defense -- in his defense, it's really, really funny. Gorgug's lethal like that. Riz can talk until the cows come home, but Gorgug can rile someone up with just a few sentences. He can kind of play off his laughter as a cough, but he's never been the subtlest guy in the world. ]

Would it really have been the coolest house party in Elmville if Gorgug and I weren't there? [ He shoots back instead, eyes bright with mirth. ] If anything, we helped!

[ He considers this. ]

Well, Gorgug helped. And he's the judge, soooooo...