[it's more thought than most people give him, deserved or not. well, other than the really obvious pickings people make about the issues he swings around and makes everyone else's problem like his stupid dick.]

Fuckin' continental breakfast? [yeah, that drink is definitely catching up with him-- he almost slurs for a moment, there. probably easy to guess he had way more than just that one, though he makes it into the kitchen to grab the bottle of tonic water and another scotch with no problem. he only got it because he wanted the scotch for himself. he's not being helpful. shut up. he shakes the hell out of the water anyway, so enjoy opening that.] I'd literally kill someone for some bourekas right now.

[good thing they actually are out here to kill a guy! archer falls silent at the soviet union comment as he sits back down, taking the open bottle of scotch and staring down at it like it has all the answers. swirls it around a bit.]

Well, you can get even more nostalgia when you're sleeping on the floor, Barry. Or... whatever, plugging into charge.