Description: The seemingly drunk caveball-victim. He's a permanent feature at the bar. Likes to quote at least one obscure Pink Floyd-song. You can probably imagine what he sounds like.
Dialog: dDrunk
Roger: Hey, I'm Roger Wilco and I was wondering if...
[DRUN1]Drunk Furkunz: Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive, ye rotten hound of the burnie crew.
[DRUN2]Drunk Furkunz: Well I snatched fer the blade O my Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet. Aye!
[DRUN3]Drunk Furkunz: *hic*
Roger: Someone give this man an education.
Roger: Pardon me, would you have any grey poupon?
[DRUN4]Drunk Furkunz: Schyah!
[DRUN5]Drunk Furkunz: Aen' daer glaerch ye foddie ba' choph dy gaorsh!