Harcourt, unnoticed by the others, found his way into the deep wine cellar and found an unknown stash of Romulan Ale and another substance that he only knew as "green".
"Those rookies upstairs don't know how to drink! Bottoms up, old chap", he said.
After thirty minutes of "green" and Romulan ale, Horcourt slid slowly down the wall and passed out with a calm contented smile on his face.
Waking the next morning, with a headache as big as the Delta Vega Nebula, Harcourt stumbled out of the cellar to discover . . . .
Hold fast to your dreams.
For without dreams
life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
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