"Third, there’s the minor problem of the fact that you two are, pardon me for saying so, as tight as judges. You’ve gone through the equivalent of at least a bottle of wine each and, unlike me, you don’t have cannula implants to get you over that hurdle in a minute flat. I’ve got some enzyme shots, but that’ll only handle the peripherals, I’m afraid. Your brains will continue to have a very hefty slug of alcohol swimming round in them for about half an hour; modern technology can’t get across the blood-brain barrier much faster than that. That alone is a great reason for spending a quarter of an hour plugging away at the telecom and hoping we don’t have to set foot outside this flat tonight."