Damn it. At least give some kind of a signal first. Vomit is gross and nobody wants it on their clothes or in their hair.

It won't land on him just yet, but obviously it's a question of time. The bottle turns to the last fellow who hasn't been picked yet. He manages to empty it, though ends up looking greener than Jamie, and spins the bottle... only to have it land on himself again. He swears loudly and surrenders, while Squalo is laughing his ass off and banging a fist against the floor in a fit of hilarity.

And then it's him, Jamie and one other guy left. Who's gonna be next?