Curufin is staggering, all right. He's also muttering and occasionally singing to himself, in a tuneful, drunken tenor voice: "I think of a place that we loved and defended, windswept and shadowed, all the year long. In the harsh endless winters and the brief lovely summers, the mountainy glades of the Pass of Aglon." This is a verse from a song he wrote for his son, when they were finally reunited.

He sees Kaiba ahead of him and gives him a big smile. "Somebody drank from noon to sunset," he admits. "But it wasn't my fault! It was the fault of those puppets in the park."