Interdimensional Traveler

You get some weed, and some booze, and you start smoking and drinking up a storm. An hour later, the guy with the Minotaur legs comes back. He gets in a smoking/drinking contest with you. After two hours, you think you are Paris Hilton, and he is just barely getting a buzz. Man, those Minotaurs can hold their booze and weed.

Three more hours pass, and your life flashes before your eyes.

The last thing you ever see is about a dozen clones looking at you as you black out. It would seem that booze and drugs do not mix.

At least you died happy, surrounded by great company...