Right now he may be on his side in a puddle of his own 'returned' beverage on the cold, cold bathroom floor, curled into the fetal position muttering "why? why?" alternately with "never again, no more...."

Unbeknownst to the helpless spiffnme, a plush little someone may have quite a night in store for him. If you're reading this, Craig, and are able, scoot your butt towards the wall so as not to tempt that hellish beast you call Mr. Bear.