... as you could get before passing out.
"Shh!" Moe quipped to that last reveal. Thankfully, Homer didn't seem to register what Carl had said, so blinded by the beer.
"So", Marge spoke up, keen to change the subject before Homer could have some freak, delayed reaction; "Where's Barney?"
"Taking a leak," Moe replied, understanding it wasn't just Marge's curiosity that asked the question.
"Oh, okay," she answered conservatively, standing there for a few more seconds as the three drinkers slowly drew their eyes back on the drinks in their hands and off her.
"Go," Moe mouthed to her, and Marge promptly made her way past the fellas with their backs turned, into the Men's Room.
A minute later, soft bumps were heard coming from the toilets. Then slightly louder moans and groans; but neither Lenny, Carl nor Homer tuned into it.
"Just gonna go take a dump, fellas," Moe informed the trio. He could hear the sounds of fornication in his tavern's toilets loud and clear, knowing full well it was the reason Marge had shown up. He swiftly exited the bar place and joined Marge and Barney in the piss-infested room even too putrid for a toilet.
There was Barney sitting up against the wall with Marge riding his large frame like a slut possessed. Friction was aplen...