Oz rises from the floor boards from magical dust.
"HElllllooooo.... Do you have Mimosas? What time is it? If it's after 12 I'll just take a beer, preferably a wheat variety, but this one time on a plane I sat next to a damned dog and I had to just block out my sense of smell with a Pilsner. Then I was wasted that whole 12 hour flight."
"OMG ARE THOSE WAFFLES?"
Oz convulses into a pool of his own saliva on the ground.