Viper wagged his finger at Jack, "Monsieur, I do believe I warned you beforehand the effects of the bacon prior to your consumption and you still ate it. Granted, I asked you if you could eat it and I did list most of the side effects, including the possibly deadly one. So in all honesty you really have no one to be angry at except yourself."
Pacing back and forth he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "But I understand the stress you're currently under and I will let it slide. I assume you want me to fix this post haste. A cure...a cure..."
A quick snap of his fingers and his head shot up, "Ah! I have an idea, it's so clever you can put a tail on it and call it a weasel! Just let me get my...note...pad..."
His right eye suddenly started to twitch violently, "Oh dear, it seems the alcohol has caught just liver up to now green blue." Viper fell backwards, completely passed out.